#tea with a hellhound

[guardianlegends64]

[Closed RP] Hazbin Hotel X Helluva Boss Alternative Love Life in “Double the Badass Double the Hellish Pleasure”

[Note: This RP is an Alternative Love Life which is a Crossover of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss which includes: Romance, Nsfw, Vulgar language, Gore, and Music! Only those who are 21 or Over can Read/View This RP!]

In The Darkest Pits, The Bloody Walls, Tormenting Fires, and the Tortured …The Sinned…And The Damned souls surrounded all Called Hell and there was the biggest City of all Hell called ZiroCity and that city is as big and long as Hell itself and its inhabitants were Demons, Mutated Creatures, and even Feral Beasts and Even Demonic Kings that rule ZiroCity

There were Two Female demon Adults Who were just strolling down the streets of ZiroCity they both saw the Hazbin Hotel where demons can have the opportunity to Rehabilitate and be sent to heaven and then they saw the I.M.P Headquarters and then there’s the biggest Hellish Beach all around the City !

Those Female adult demons were Loona who is a Hellhound and who is [45] years old and Sylvia who is a Hellhound and Wolf Hybrid which was also [45] years old and as they were talking about their Day in work and how they want to go somewhere more different for the Summer season…

Loona who is wearing a Black Leather Jacket with a Hellhound Skull symbol on the back and Black Pants as for Sylvia who was wearing a White leather Jacket with a Black Hellhound/Wolf Skull symbol on the back and Black pants with a chain link the two adult demons were at the same height and same age but very unique personalities…

As the two continue to walk Loona noticed that the two should do something newer together on the surface And that doesn’t care what Blitz has to say about going to the surface to do something different as her Best Friend which was Sylvia nodded in agreement and then…

The next Day Loona “Burrowed” the Grimoire a Book owned by Stolas Goetia to Open up a portal to the human world as Sylvia asked her on how She got the book from stolas as Loona replied that she borrowed it when she and Blitz went to Visit Stolas about an Opportunity and also Stella and Octavia was there in the living room

As Blitz was having a conversation with Stolas as Loona secretly asked Octavia for a favor to burrow the Grimoire Book for a little Trip to the human world with a Close Friend as Octavia gave the book to her secretly with no hesitation as stolas was very busy taking care of his Plant while talking with Blitz about the Huge opportunity as Stella was Drinking her Usual Tea Listening but also was starting to have some suspicions about Loona and Octavia The way they spoke so Softly and Quietly as she walked towards the two and asked them on what they’re doing as Loona was Ignoring her because she was busy on her phone as Octavia said to her mother that she was just talking with Loona about that last job that she participated with Blitz as Stella kept an very close and secretive eye on them both as Loona Explained to Sylvia but Loona didn’t really give a shit and Summoned the Portal…

As the two entered through the portal to a random location which the location that they were in is City of Chicago it was Night and it was the start of summer which means it’s June…

But they didn’t realize where they were going and then Sylvia asked about using their human forms in the Hunan World as Loona Replied to her that she doesn’t really give a fuck and that they can do whatever the fuck they want as Sylvia smiled and giggled as she followed Loona in search of a nearby Bar where they can get drinks and do something newly out of this world or some chaotic situations until they encountered two Adult Men That caught their hellhound eyes…

One of the men’s Name was Riley who has a Messy Black two block hairstyle, Emerald Green Eye color, a 10 pack and is Tall [9”9 ft] and who is wearing casual clothes as he was speaking with his Long time Best Friend about the Adventurous world Exploration that the two have been doing together but was asking a question about if they will ever meet someone that catches their eyes…. Until the two men then encountered the two same female anthropomorphic Hellhounds that caught their eyes too…

As Riley was surprised by the fact that he sees Two anthropomorphic Hellhounds and was utterly speechless at their Appearance of which their bodies were strong and also some parts were Magnificently substantial as the second Friend spoke first and said…

[omgfangirlland]

YOU ALWAYS UNDERSTAND WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT!! (Yes, i was talking about the Demogorgon)

OMG.. I need more part of this! PLEASE MAKE A PART 2!?

-🔱

Here's part two of this drabble! AND HERE IS PART THREE

(I almost didn't see the one about the date- which is funny considering what I had planned since yesterday :)) but that will be a part three- this is getting too long)

ALSO- none of my drabbles are spell-checked beyond once as I write- they'll never be, so, sorry for any weird misspellings or nonsensical stuff- tho' if someone comments about one of them I'll explain/edit.

Cetanu expected a lot to happen when he took four Young Bloods off the mother ship to hunt, get some more experience before they'd have to go off to get blooded-

He expected the little menaces to butt heads, to argue over who actually killed what, to whine and pout, to try and show off by doing stupid shit- their ship crashing, his hellhound running away wounded, and then finding the mutt in the arms of a Soft Meat wasn't part of it.

The Elder Yautja was war-worn, one of the few survivors, scarred and named after their god of death himself due to the life he'd had so far. And yet, Cetanu felt like he was growing sloppy, maybe it was his ego, maybe he actually thought that by now, nothing would surprise him. He should have known better... And about now, he realized he shouldn't have left the Young Bloods without supervision.

Maybe that's why he walked around without his cloak activated, why he let the surprise clearly show in his body language- maybe the crash affected him as well- but he's sure every one of his kin would let the shock settle in at the sight of an Ooman babying their hellhound as a Xenomorph and infantile Demogorgon snuggled at her feet- and the Flerken lazing around in the window didn't help his confusion.

Was Cetanu offended that his companion barely acknowledged him and just snuggled closer to the human? Yes. Very much so. His mandibles clicked together in annoyance before his eyes settled on the human.

They had a code- and while his clan had been exiled from Yautja Prime, they weren't Blad Bloods. They followed the code; he did. You were clearly not even an unworthy opponent. He remembers Ooman's having a saying- lover, not a fighter- and that seemed to fit you. He can't imagine any other reason why these dangerous aliens lie belly up at your feet, why the Xonomorph didn't attack him on sight. You clearly bewitched them somehow. He called for his hellhound again, from a safe distance, just in case.

The tall alien seemed to sputter as his pup whined loudly, much like a husky would, and just wiggled in your arms until its back was turned to his master. Cetanu was stunned- he knew the little bastard had always been hard-headed, but this was just a straight-up tantrum.

Another call for the hellhound earned a huff from it, and as your eyes locked with the old yautja, he just flung his hand in a show of "Are you seeing this?" You just gave him a shaky smile. "So- he's yours?"

You must be a witch. He refused to believe otherwise, that he simply folded because you smiled at him, a human!... The tea you made was good, however, he did not enjoy the metal straw you gave him with it. "Oh- I think I have some stuff that may help in the shed."

"... Thank you." The robotic voice of the translator on his gauntlet answered as he typed, completely refusing to acknowledge the Flerken you called old boy even as it sat on his shoulder. He realized quicker than anything that happened since the crash that you, in fact, didn't know what dangerous aliens had taken in as... pets. He couldn't help but glare at the Xenomorph that kept handing him a ball, patiently waiting for him to throw it with a wagging tail.

And, as it turns out, he did find something that would help, he just wishes he could have told you not to follow him, but his mutt- that will be getting benched for a while when they get back- was insistent on not leaving your side, flopping to the ground and screaming if he tried to grab him. Cetanu gave up quick.

When Cetanu and you finally reached his crashed ship, his shoulders slumped at the sight of the youngest yautja, a male, screeching his lungs out on top of the ship's wing, not yelling anything specific, just screeching, while his middle siblings, a female and another male, were tussling it out on the ground. The oldest un-blooded, another female, just watched the chaos with a bored expression.

As soon as the youngsters saw him, they froze. The youngest stopped mid-screech, jaws still wide open, while the middle young bloods stopped their fighting. Their eyes immediately went straight to the human and her dangerous team of aliens.

They were more confused than their elder. But they rolled with it- it's what they did, they adapted and survived. Still couldn't not be weirded out by the quadruped Xenomorph helping them out with the rebuilding of the ship. Speaking of- it took them a week to fix enough for one flight back to the mother ship. It would have taken longer if it weren't for you, helping them buy what they needed, because they sure as hell didn't know what the closest Ooman equivalent will be.

As the days passed, the un-blooded also noticed a few things. How unsure- insecure, you were of your abilities and of how smart you actually were. How Cetanu clearly cares for you, and how his hellhound always found a way to push you into the older Yautja. They also noticed how your family, which they knew you had, didn't care for you. But that's fine. They'll be your family, and they'll make sure their Elder finally has someone by his side.

The first to join the hellhound on his mission of making Cetanu fall for you was the youngest, Yadaedh, who decided that the meat you made on the grill, with your Ooman seasoning, was too good to just leave behind. The oldest, Ni'yteer, was second, as she simply folded over as soon as you smiled up at her and complimented her strength, if her Leader's brother won't have you, she will. The twins, Ve'sto and Echa, decided together that Cetanu was simply stupid, and he'll die alone if they don't intervene and give him a push to see that the soft meat clearly was into him.

While the younger ones took care of Cetanu, Ni'yteer was on you like white on rice, and she dug in as soon as she heard how much you liked looking at the stars. "Do you want to travel space?" Her voice was deep, growly, as the mask translated at the same time she spoke, and you just shrugged. "It'll be fun, I guess. But I can't just up and leave."

"Why? Your family won't care." It was mean, but true, and Ni'yteer knew you needed to hear that from someone else. She could see it on your face. "I know..." You almost whispered. It still hurt. "But I can't just up and leave the other animals." And there it was- that would be easy to fix. Ni'yteer patted her shoulder, clicking her mandibles in a soothing manner like her mother used to.

Cetanu, on the other hand, was ready to tape the youngsters' faces shut. Yes, he knew how soft you were, you were a human, and yes, he knew how nice your hair and hands felt in his, and YES he knew Ni'yteer wanted to court you- Wait- His head snapped towards Echa, clicking maddly. "What?"

And if Echa could smirk, she would have. "Oh yea- after she gets blooded, Ni'yteer wants to come back and claim her little Ooman-" That seemed to do the trick as the elder dropped the tools he was holding and went back to your home. Mission accomplished.

They don't know what happened, how it happened, but the relationship between you two definitely changed. Longing gazes and flustered touches, and a promise that he'll come back. And you just smiled, heart heavy. You didn't believe him, not when your own family didn't, but the three days left were spent in bliss.

The first thing he did when he stepped foot on the mother ship was grab his sister, the leader, and pull her into a private room and childishly threaten her that if she didn't give him a space for his mate and her pets, he'll run away to Earth and elope. It was childish, unfit of him, but he couldn't let someone else take you, Ni'yteer or some other human.

His sister just stared at him. "... Someone fell in love with your ugly mug?"

He got a new space, a whole wing just for him and his lover- the perk of being the little brother of the leader. It, however, took another week before everything was up to par- wall enclosures for the snakes fit with everything they'll need that will keep the air pressure at the ideal Pascal they'll need, the chickens had a space of their own, as did the Demogorgon, big enough for the thing to fit and do as it pleases once grown.

The Xenomorph did take everyone by surprise. "What do you mean your little Ooman tamed it?!" Another elder almost screamed at the information, and Cetanu shrugged. "Exactly what I said."

When the mother ship landed, it did so quietly, but not unseen. And when you opened your back door and saw Cetanu- not even caring when Fluffs and Goober sneaked past to run in circles with Predator- you started tearing up. He did come back, and not to just leave you again, but to take you with him- you and all your fur babies.

By the time Bruce and the others reached the place, the ship was gone, and so were you. Someone took you, his baby- the child he didn't even know moved into the fucking forest to take care of cryptids. That won't do.

...Cetanu's sister was ready to fight him for you if he ever made you sad, and you stopped cooking and making those sweet things you humans were enamored by.

"She's OUR human now-"

"No."

"Yes-"

I am a female yautjas being bigger and stronger truther 😩Ni and Cet are long "haired" and Ve'sto has one side longer than the other.

Y'all seemed to yearn for this part- so I hope you don't mind the tags @lotsakitties @demis2955 @rad4bean @bunnymysteriously

[spitefulsatanfics]

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\ The Sniffle King ™ /

“You're gonna wipe my nose and everything, huh?”

— Dean Winchester, probably

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (she/her)

Tone: Sick!Dean, Crybaby!Dean, Domestic Romance, Pure Fluff, Cuddles, Nurturing!Y/N, Carer x Sick, Established Relationship

Rating: M (Cursing, Sickness, Kissing/Cuddling, Mentions of Canon Supernatural Themes)

Based On: Supernatural �� Seasons 11–12, non-episode-specific, canonical “Bunker Era” setting

Word Count: 6,800 words

Written By: Little Devil ♡

Synopsis

Dean Winchester could survive a Hellhound mauling, stare down Lucifer with only a flask of whiskey, and pull the trigger on a demon without blinking. But a head cold? That’s the real apocalypse.

When Dean catches a brutal cold, he folds like a lawn chair. With Sam away on a salt-and-burn run, the bunker becomes a battlefield of tissues and dramatic sighs—and Y/N, the only woman stubborn and tender enough to nurse him through it, becomes the general of this sniffling war. Between warm soup, quiet cuddles, and a few vulnerable confessions, even Dean has to admit: love might be the best medicine after all.

= Scene One =

—Men of Letters Bunker, Tuesday Morning—

The silence was eerie.

Not “monster-lurking” eerie, but eerily peaceful. Sam had left early that morning, muttering something about grave dirt and vengeful spirits. Dean had waved him off, face already pale, voice already hoarse.

Y/N wandered the stone halls now, sweater sleeves pulled over her hands. Her breath fogged lightly in the cold air—down here, winter didn’t care about central heating.

She paused outside Dean’s door. The sound that met her ear wasn’t gunfire or snarling demons. It was worse.

It was the loudest, most miserable groan this side of the veil.

She knocked gently. “Dean?”

Another groan. “Oh god… tell Sam he can have the car.”

She pushed the door open with a soft chuckle. The sight nearly broke her: Dean, sprawled sideways on the bed, buried in blankets like a Viking ship sinking into the sea of cotton. His hair looked like it’d had a fistfight with the pillow. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, blinked sluggishly under puffy lids.

Tissue graveyard. Cough drop wrappers. One sock.

“Dean,” she murmured again, stepping inside.

“I’ve got… whatever the Black Plague evolved into,” he croaked. “It’s the end, sweetheart.”

Y/N arched a brow. “You have a cold.”

He sniffled so hard it sounded like sandpaper on metal. “Don’t minimize this. I’m on death’s doorstep.”

She laughed softly and walked to his side, hand smoothing his hair. “Poor baby. Need anything?”

“Soup,” he whispered, pathetically. “But the good kind. The one with the stars.”

She blinked. “Chicken and stars?”

He nodded like a martyr. “They go down easy. I don’t think I have the strength to chew.”

“Okay, hero,” she teased, kissing his sweaty forehead. “Stay here. Try not to die in the next fifteen minutes.”

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= Scene Two =

—Kitchen, 30 Minutes Later—

The clatter of pots and the hum of the stove softened the bunker’s usual cathedral-like silence. Y/N moved with purpose: dicing garlic into the broth, brewing his favorite tea—green with honey and lemon, soothing and clean.

Dean could survive anything but being babied. Which meant, of course, she was going to do exactly that.

She assembled the tray like a rite: soup in a ceramic bowl, crackers stacked like soldiers, tea steaming beside the note she scribbled in loopy handwriting. One little heart drawn at the bottom.

When she returned, Dean looked like he hadn’t moved—except now, he’d added a dramatic arm flop over his face.

“You brought a tray?” he rasped, eyes peeking from under his arm.

“Yup. Napkin’s even folded.”

“Why’re you so nice to me?” he mumbled, trying to sit up. She helped him gently, fluffing pillows behind his back.

“Because you always take care of me,” she said simply. “Now let me spoil you.”

He blinked slowly at her, and she caught it—just the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. That wall he usually kept ten feet high? It cracked a little when he was like this.

“Okay,” he murmured. “But if I die, bury me with Baby.”

Y/N grinned and handed him the spoon. He took one sip, paused, then whispered reverently: “You added rosemary.”

“Dean,” she said, laughing, “you’re crying over soup.”

He sniffled again. “You don’t understand. This is medicinal.”

She settled beside him. He leaned into her side like muscle memory—his cheek warm against her ribs, fingers curled around her thigh like a lifeline.

“You ever get sick as a kid?” she asked softly.

He was quiet a moment. “Once. Bad flu. Dad was gone, Sam was little. I stayed in the car so he wouldn’t catch it.”

Her heart ached.

“You don’t have to do that anymore,” she whispered. “You’ve got me now.”

Dean turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to her side. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Lucky me.”

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= Scene Three =

—Evening, Dean’s Room—

The bunker glowed with that strange, golden quiet that came only at the tail end of long days. Y/N lay stretched on the bed, Dean curled against her, blanket slung around them like a cocoon. His fever had dropped slightly, though his nose was still red and he snored like a congested bear.

He stirred with a grumble. “I’m leaking.”

She grabbed a tissue and dabbed his nose gently.

“Seriously?” he said, voice husky. “You’re gonna wipe my nose and everything, huh?”

“Shut up and blow.”

He obeyed, then groaned. “Dignity. Gone.”

“Dignity died somewhere between the second blanket burrito and the crying over soup,” she teased.

Dean smirked. “Sue me. You cook like a damn angel.”

He went quiet again, breath warming her skin where his face was pressed. She stroked his hair slowly, watching his lashes flutter.

“I’m sorry I’m such a baby,” he said finally, voice soft.

“You’re not a baby,” she replied. “You’re sick. You’re allowed to be taken care of.”

“I’m not used to it.”

“I know.”

He looked up at her then, truly looked. “You’re the only thing in this whole damn bunker that makes me feel safe.”

Her heart cracked open like thunder.

“You are safe,” she said, threading her fingers with his.

Dean reached up and brushed her jaw with the back of his knuckles. His voice, rough as gravel but soft as rain:

“I love you.”

She smiled, leaned down, and kissed him. It was slow and sweet and tasted faintly of honey and menthol.

“I love you, too,” she whispered. “Even when you’re snotty.”

Dean groaned. “You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

They laughed together, low and sleepy. Then she pulled him close, wrapping him in arms and blankets and home.

And in that silence, with only the sound of their breathing, the world outside the bunker could’ve burned and neither would’ve noticed.

\ “My baby’s sick, so I guess the world stops.” /

=° Written by Little Devil ♡ =°=

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

heyyy!! HEAR ME OUT 🆘🆘 yk how kids spell santa wrong sometimes and they write satan. since christmas is coming wouldnt it be funny if satan got letters from human children??

Hiii. I'm absolutely obsessed over your request and I guess we're starting off the Christmas season in November? Anyway. I hope you enjoy this one.

Summary: Satan receiving letters addressed to him instead of Santa and dealing with them.

There isn't an MC in this story. (Forgot to add them) So we'll pretend this was before the exchange program

Masterlist

Santa-Satan?

Satan was having a peaceful afternoon in the living room, a rare moment of tranquility in the House of Lamentation. He sipped his tea and flipped a page of his latest novel when suddenly, with a poof, a small mountain of envelopes materialized on the coffee table.

Satan stared at the pile. "What is this? Who dares disrupt my reading?" He picked up one of the letters and squinted at the messy handwriting on the front:

"Dear Satan..."

His brow twitched. "Oh, no. Not again."

Lucifer strolled into the room, holding a cup of coffee. He took one look at the stack of letters and smirked. "Ah, the annual Santa-Satan debacle. Always a highlight of the season."

Satan slammed the letter on the desk. "This isn't funny, Lucifer! Why are human children incapable of spelling? Or using spell-check!" He held up an envelope. "This one just says, 'Dear Satan, I want a pony. Love, Jessica.' Do I look like someone who hands out ponies?!"

Lucifer arched a brow. "Well, you do have a soft spot for cats. Ponies aren’t much of a stretch."

Mammon burst in, munching on a cookie. "Oi, what's all the yellin' about? Ohhh, are those Christmas letters?!" He grabbed a random letter and read it aloud:

"Dear Satan, I've been VERY good this year. Can you please bring me a PS5 and a puppy? Thank you!"

Mammon snorted. "Heh, maybe you should deliver a PS5, Satan. It’d make you less cranky."

Satan glared. "Oh sure, Mammon. Let me just conjure a PlayStation out of thin air and hand-deliver it to this... Timmy." He sighed dramatically. "As if my reputation isn't tarnished enough, now children think I'm a knock-off Santa."

Leviathan poked his head into the room. "Wait, is this about the time you accidentally sent a hellhound to a kid instead of a golden retriever? That was classic!"

Satan groaned. "How was I supposed to know the summoning circle would work on a child’s drawing?!"

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The letters soon became a family affair. Asmodeus had gathered a few to read, giggling over the cute handwriting. "Aw, this one says, 'Dear Satan, I want my big brother to stop being mean to me.' Isn’t that just precious?"

Mammon: "I think pretty much all of us want that don't we?"

Lucifer, giving Mammon the death stare while sipping from his cup: "What did you say, Mammon?"

Mammon mumbling: "Nothin"

Beelzebub, halfway through a pie, mumbled, "If they ask for food, I can help."

Belphegor yawned. "Why don’t you just ignore them? They’ll figure it out eventually."

Satan stormed in, clutching another letter. "This one asked me to make it snow on Christmas! Do they think I’m some sort of weather deity?! AND WHY IS THERE GLITTER IN THESE ENVELOPES?" He shook his hand, scattering sparkles everywhere.

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Eventually, the brothers decided to "help" Satan deal with the letters.

Mammon: "I’ll handle the gifts. These kids want money, right? I can chuck some Grimm at them."

Satan: "They’re human children. They don’t use Grimm!"

Leviathan: "What if we send them anime merch? Everyone loves anime!"

Asmodeus: "Or beauty kits! They’ll thank you later."

Satan pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is a disaster."

Lucifer finally intervened, adjusting his gloves with a sigh. "Enough. Clearly, Satan can’t handle this alone. I’ll take care of the mix-up, like always."

Satan glared. "Excuse me, I can handle it. I just don’t want to."

Lucifer smirked. "Of course you don’t."

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By the end of the week, Satan managed to write curt but polite replies:

"Dear Jessica, I don’t do ponies. Try spelling ‘Santa’ correctly next time. Best, Satan."

Meanwhile, Lucifer, dressed in a suspiciously festive red coat, handled the logistics of redirecting the letters.

As the chaos died down, Satan finally returned to his book—only for another poof of letters to appear.

Satan: "...I’m moving to the Celestial Realm."

[tilleternitydouspart]

Little Bunny Overlord Hopping Through His Forest

In Hell’s social hierarchy, Overlords are above sinners. This is the unspoken rule that has been created since the beginning of hell itself. The elite club run by Carmilla Carmine come together when summoned to discuss and eliminate potential threats to each of the various souls they have all collected.

But a new overlord had been summoned which caused quite a few to turn their heads with confusion…: Y/n L/n The Bunny Overlord.

When heard about the latest member of their elite brand, Many members struggled to contain their laughter….But soon regretted it as a little scarlet red bunny emerged in front of them…..And bared their fangs, Biting off their fingers and ripping the flesh off the others as they hopped right back to their owner.

Only one laugh remained.

Alastor was perhaps the most sadistic of the overlords, Hiding in the shadows to find the most vulnerable souls and crafting the perfect deals to keep a tight hold of them. But who could forget that he held his position by getting rid of his fellow overlords and broadcasting their screams of agony on the radio.

So he was intrigued with this mysterious new overlord who had risen to power in 2 years before he returned. Alastor was pleased as punch when he witnessed the warning that they had brought.

The Bunny Overlord was always listening. 

In the days before the next meeting, Alastor wanted to find out more about the overlord so he sent his shadows to seek out this hidden overlord. Taking a sip of his tea from his radio booth, The shadow returned with an invitation for him, Sinking back behind him as Alastor started to read with a grin on his face.

Dearest Alastor, I am writing to inform you that I request your presence at Bunny Bliss Boutique on 10 Heartbreaker Avenue, Looking forward to your reply! I understand if you are too busy or cannot make it.  Regards Y/n L/n.

Taking a moment to adjust his bowtie, Alastor teleported to the overlord’s location, Smiling as many employees started to move out of his way, Hearing them whisper amongst themselves before going back to work as he made his way towards the front desk.

Alastor: “Hello my dear fellow, I was just in the local neighbourhood when I got this delightful invitation from your employer!, May I enter your charming establishment?”

Secretary: “Please hold on a moment sir”

Taking a moment to look around the building, Alastor noticed various bunnies hopping around, Some were flying, Others were causing objects to float around and one….seemed to be staring at him.

The same one who teared the finger off and hopped off causing the meeting to end early. 

It cautiously approached him, Jumping up onto the desk and sniffing him as Alastor picked the bunny up and held it in his arms as the secretary finished their phone-call.  

Secretary: “Sorry for the hold up sir, Miss Y/n will be waiting for you on the 6th floor in her office”

Alastor smiled, Bowing as he teleported to the 6th floor, Approaching a golden archway as two hellhounds glaring at him before beckoning him to follow. 

As they made their way into the office, Alastor took in the scenery in front of him, A waterfall feature that seemed to endlessly sparkle, A bar station that seemed to rival his own back at the hotel and finally a comfortable living area where several bunnies were watching TV. 

Alastor seemed to realise that it wasn’t a Vox-tech certified television which made him wonder how powerful this overlord was. Realising he was still holding the bunny, Alastor set the bunny down carefully, Watching as the bunny hopped over to a set of pink crystal stairs. 

??: "Miss Y/n?”

Y/n: *Distant* “Yes, What is it?”

??: "The Radio Demon is here to see you” 

Y/n: *Distant* “I’ll be right down!, Tell him to make himself at home!”

The hellhounds left him alone as he wondered over to the living area, Inspecting the Television as some of the bunnies hopped onto him with one landing on his head, Letting out a slight chuckle before noticing several magical trinkets on display.

Y/n: “I see Angelina has taken a shine on you”

Finally he was meeting the bunny overlord, The same overlord who sent one of her own to send a message and….he was speechless Why was he speechless?.

A petite bunny with short blonde hair, Small elegant horns that seemed to endlessly change colours, Her eyes shining with shades of crimson and black staring up at him as she seemed to have a bright smile on her face. 

In that moment as Y/n stood before him in her radiant attire, Draped in a glittered gold and red dress that seemed to defy the boundaries of what fashion could be in Hell, Alastor couldn't deny the aura of playfulness and elegance that surrounded Y/n as Angelina hopped into her arms, Nibbling on her long black lantern sleeves causing her to laugh. 

He was…captivated.

Y/n: “It’s such an honour to finally meet the legendary Radio Demon himself, Your broadcasts are one for the history books”

Alastor: “Well the pleasure is all mine, After all it’s not everyday in hell that I meet such a delightful creature such as yourself”

Taking her hand, He planted a small kiss on her paw, Making her blush as she bowed in front of him, Quickly noticing the remaining bunnies on him.

Y/n: “Girls!, Get off him, Show him some respect, I’m terribly sorry, They always seem to get excited when someone new comes into the office, Shall we continue our conversation upstairs?”

Alastor: "Of course, Lead the way darling”

Heading up the crystal stairs, His eyes seemed to stare at what angel would describe as cute. The dress seemed to cling to her petit figure with a touch of allure in the air, Watching her tail twitch as she gazed back at him.

Y/n: “It’s rude to stare Alastor”

Alastor: “My apologies dear, It seemed my eyes wondered off on their own”

Hearing her laugh sent pleasant shivers down his spine as they headed towards her desk as she held out a chair in front of him, Smiling as he sat down, Playfully chuckling at her as Y/n set down a teacup before sitting down in front of him. 

Y/n: “I’m truly grateful you accepted my invitation so soon Alastor, To be quite frank if I had known you were coming so soon I would have visited Rosie to see what delectables she had to offer”

Alastor: “You know Rosie?, Not many demons have the pleasure of entering Cannibal Town without being swarmed by the hoard of hungry children playing in the streets”

Y/n: “Well, I saved a few of the children from being hurt after their toy wondered into one of my districts and I made sure they got home safe, Well Rosie insisted I stay for a cup of tea and one thing let to another and we became friends” 

Alastor: “Hmm” He took a long sip of his tea as Y/n gazed at her bunnies who had followed her up and started to hop over to her desk.

Y/n: *Sighs* “Look, The reason I asked you here is…um, Is actually for a request”

Placing his cup down on the desk, Alastor smiled, Watching as Y/n gazed down at her lap with his shadow towering over her before being shooed away by Alastor as she finally looked up, Taking a deep breath before…

Y/n: “How did you gain respect?”

The sound of an audience laughing filled the office which included the sound of the Radio Demon himself, Holding himself together as she tried to remain calm but inside felt childish. This was Alastor, The infamous Radio Demon, The man who broadcasted his victims screams of agony for all eternity as a remainder on who they were dealing with.

She had to remain confident in his presence.

Alastor: “Oh, Forgive me my dear but I haven’t had a good laugh like that since the stock market crashed, Oh so many orphans”

Y/n: “..I’ve only been in power for 2 years and only recently have I gotten the ‘overlord’ position and yet… Demons think I’m a joke, A dumb bunny who probably got where I am by ‘sleeping around’ but Alastor..You’re back from being gone for 7 years and yet demons know to respect you!”

Jumping up from her seat with a smile on her face took Alastor for a shock, Her smile..It made something in his dead cold heart beat as she continued to gush about his overlord status before taking a breath, Noticing she was rambling.

Y/n: “What I’m trying to say is…Will you teach me about being an overlord?”

The Radio Demon hummed, Watching her ears twich with anticipation as most of her bunnies surrounded her before noticing the scarlet bunny known as Angelina hopped onto the desk, Sat in front of him and started to widen her eyes, His shadow appearing with a curious expression as Alastor picked up Angelina and walked over to Y/n, Her eyes widening as he bowed to her.

Alastor: “Well my dear, You’ve twisted my arm but being how you’re already the bee’s knees, I’m not quite sure how Hell isn’t fallen for your heavenly charms”

Noticing her blush, Alastor took her paw and lead her towards her balcony, Watching as many demons on the streets below started to gasp and take photos as he picked Y/n up bridal style, Smiling as Y/n could only stare at the large crowd growing down below. 

Y/n: “Umm Alastor?, Forgive me for saying this but…How is this helping me be an overlord?”  

Spinning her around before taking her back in, Alastor set Y/n down aware of her confused expression, Adjusting his bowtie before making a bouquet made of gorgeous white snapdragons appear.

Alastor: “My dear, It is quite simple....and one lesson my darling mother taught me” 

With the help of his shadow, Alastor used his magic to create a small box engraved with a crisscross heart with symbols surrounding it, Grinning up at her.

Alastor: “Always treat your bride with love and respect”

A/n: The ending is horrible I know!! but yeah, I hope you enjoyed this, May make a part 2 in the future!.

[ramlightly]

How sir sypress is doing?? Having a good chat i presume?

He's doing well! Probably having tea with his sleepy hellhound ❤️

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The Purple Sign. Part XI

Self-Aware! Akutagawa Ryunosuke x GN! Reader

Description: There is a Purple Sign on your door. Part XI

Fluff. Akutagawa pampering

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

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"My brother is on his way. He has the sign. Will be with you in fifteen minutes. Be ready."

You sent a quick "thanks" to Gin and start preparing.

You turn on the electronic kettle, prepared two tea mugs, take a box of black tea and a box of figs in chocolate from the drawer with Akutagawa's name on it.

You were paying attention at how much time you still have, while brewing the tea. You managed to do it just in time. Barely.

The moment you put the full teacups on the table, your door was open.

Like a black hurricane, Akutagawa crashed into you, squeezing in a hug. Black tendrils of Rashoumon moved around you two, putting you and Akutagawa in a protective cocoon.

At the end, Akutagawa ended up sitting on the floor, while you were sitting on his lap. His chest was firmly pressed against your back, he put his chin on your shoulder.

His breathing was fast. With the corner of your eye, you saw, that Akutagawa's gaze was hold as ice. He tried not to show it, but he was trembling.

You stayed silent, letting Akutagawa calm down for a bit. His embrace was tight, but it wasn't hurting you.

You could describe the current situation you were is as w drowning man holding into a life preserver, with Akutagawa being the drowning man and you being the life preserver.

Who could have thought, that Black-Fanged Hellhound could act like this.

You slowly ran your fingers through Akutagawa's hair. The position wasn't comfortable to do it, and, to be more accurate, you run fingers through a few strands of Akutagawa's hair. For now, it was enough to Akutagawa.

Soon, Akutagawa's breathing became calm again. His embrace loosened for a bit. You put your hand on top of his and squeezed it.

"There is a tea and figs on the table."

Rashoumon moved. For a moment, the cocoon was broken, but soon after Rashoumon bring tea and figs to you and Akutagawa, it was restored.

But it became bigger. It was hard to enjoy tea in your current position, so Akutagawa has let you go, and now you two were sitting opposite each other on the floor.

For a moment, you two were just holding your teacups, not making a sound. Then slowly, Akutagawa took first fig and ate it, taking a sip of his tea.

Akutagawa was one of the more difficult "cases" among BSD Cast.

Not because of the difficulty of his problems, but because of his refusal to let himself be truly vulnerable. He often held his emotions back, not letting anyone see them.

Akutagawa spoke, looking at the tea cup.

"The last month was busy. Port Mafia business were doing great. New deals were made. Some old enemies are dealt with. And I was needed. My help had true impact. It mattered."

You take a sip of your own tea.

It seems, there was an agreement between BSD Cast. If someone knew something about how another feel after gaining self-awareness, and if it was an appropriate moment to share that information, they were allowed to share it.

You knew that, when Akutagawa gained self-awareness, he, among other emotions, felt lost. He thought, that his actions were meaningless, that no matter what he had done, Port Mafia would still exist, and Dazai would still see him as a failure.

You decided to let him talk more.

"All of my actions matters here. I can do whatever I want, and there will be a reaction."

Akutagawa glared at the ceiling. He took one fig from the box. Akutagawa hissed, squeezing the fig between his fingers, before eating it.

"I feel ashamed of how I was feeling back then. It's just caught up to me."

You spoke, carefully choosing your words.

"Don't feel bad for having feelings. The situation was terrible and surreal back then, and all feelings were valid and right. There were no wrong reactions."

Akutagawa turned away from you.

"I know! I don't feel bad for feeling, I feel bad for..."

Akutagawa stopped talking and just looked at you. Silently asking you to speak.

You decided to prob.

"For letting your emotions flood your mind?"

He nodded.

"For running away from them, for overworking yourself to the bone to prove your thoughts wrong?"

He nodded again, before speaking.

"And for wanting to hurt you."

You sighed, putting the cup away. You take Akutagawa's free hand in yours, making sure, that he won't drop his teacup.

"I still stand with my point. You had the right to have negative thoughts. You had the right to dislike me. Nothing bad happened."

Akutagawa looked above your head.

"And what if something happened? What if we?"

You squeeze his hand again.

"You didn't. And past doesn't care about 'what ifs'."

Akutagawa didn't make a sound. He followed your example, putting the cup away. A quick move, and he was hugging you again.

"I know, My Sparkle, but, sometimes, I can't help but wonder if I should have reacted differently."

You whispered.

"Real people act irrational, Ryunosuke. And Real People can have troubles. And it's not a weakness, if we are asking for help, showing our vulnerable sides. That's a part of who we are."

Akutagawa froze.

"We?"

You nodded.

"Yes. We. Real people. Like you and me."

He still was silent. A small, faint smile appeared on his face. He squeezed you harder, leaving a quick, small kiss on your temple.

"Thank you, My Sparkle."

You hummed.

"You are always welcome. Want to stay here tonight?"

Akutagawa's answer was another squeeze.

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Akutagawa was warm. His breathing was lulling you to sleep. His arms were wrapped around you.

You yawned and make yourself comfortable. You hopped, that today you will make one more step in making Akutagawa comfortable opening up.

You slowly fall asleep, laying next to Akutagawa.

[the-mortuary-witch]

THINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH MY DEITIES

APHRODITE: makeup, self-care, Lupercalia, kiss marks, 50s and 60s music, the smell of the ocean, white birds, vanilla or cherry blossom scented perfume, strawberry pocky, lacy and frilly things, roses, fairies, rom-coms, pastel colours (especially pink and light blue), pink moon, flower crowns, strawberry blonde hair, the number five, pink lemonade, music boxes, classical music, picnics, ballet, and Friday.

ASMODEUS: card games, money, casinos, gambling, fire, Lupercalia, musky and seductive cologne, the number three, dice, rubies, blood moon, the colour red, every Friday the 13th, cats, pineapple, ornate swords, whiskey, organ music, pentagrams, and Friday.

FENRIR: black metal, full moons, black crystals, blood, winter, Tuesday, the number three, anything wolf related, tobacco, the colour black, snow, forests, animal bones, and mist.

FREYJA: ladybugs, battle scars, full and new moons, cats, motherhood, Friday, sunflowers, Mother’s Day, the numbers nine and 12, freshly watered flowers, red lipstick, menstruation, daisies, the colours gold and yellow, orgasms, vintage jewelry, strawberries, floral tea, apples, and self defence.

HADES: dark weather, blood moon, bones, dark wood, keys, whiskey, cloudy days, dark crystals, Monday, black foods, the number three, cemeteries and graveyards, musk, bats, dogs, musky cologne, hellhounds, coffins, grave imagery, Halloween/Samhain, coins, and darkness.

HECATE: taxidermy, the numbers three and 13, phases of the moon, keys, moonstone, Monday, the colours black and grey, moths, full and new moons, Halloween/Samhain, black cats, olives, crows, dogs, ghosts, veils, dark chocolate, and garlic.

HEL: goth music, darkness, Halloween/Samhain, skulls and bones, night blooming flowers, dark crystals, Monday, the numbers nine and 13, horror artwork, mist, crows and ravens, hellhounds, bone hunting, gothic architecture, bats, mold, cemeteries and graveyards, and blood.

LOKI: sweet foods and drinks, April Fool’s Day, knives and daggers, foxes, spiced rum, kids toys, the colour green, Saturday, mistletoe, red hair, fire, masks, smiling, board games, pranks, the numbers four and 13, jokes, laughter, 13th of each month, and doodling.

LILITH: seductive perfume, Victoria’s Secret, red wine, apples, Friday, dark chocolate, snakes, motherhood, black cats, the numbers three and seven, pentagrams, blood, owls, crescent moons, the colour purple, menstruation, horror artwork, orgasms, red or dark coloured roses, clay, and fancy jewelry.

LUCIFER: leather jackets, cigarettes, musky cologne, organ music, the colours black and red, apples, Friday, dragons, pentagrams, snakes, art and poetry, Lupercalia, the numbers six and 13, black animals, flies, Halloween/Samhain, blood moon, red wine, dark chocolate, good quality cigars, and black feathers.

PERSEPHONE: aesthetic Pinterest boards, the smell of spring, deer, lipstick, Monday, pomegranates, bats, pink moon, menstruation, freshly watered flowers, bone divination, picnics, the colour pink, birds (mainly doves and songbirds), floral tea, animal bones, spring water, singing, the number three, planting flowers, gardening, flower crowns, and bone hunting.

[tocomplainfriend]

???

She is in this merch, She is super classist! Why would she be there with the guy she wants to kill, imps and Hellhounds?

Stella is not included in the pride because she is homophobic fuck her, but she gets to be sexualized in all the merch possible. And like Stella has the gayest brother ever, and she was chatting over with him and some tea (Which I know it doesn't mean she isn't homophobic but same shit). But Chaz can be there? (dead, and all he did was sexual harassment?)

Striker:

Oh, wow! I mean, how could I think the guy doing this could be NOT straight? It was SO obvious Mammon as Ace... (SARCASM)

Is the implication he is homophobic???

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: The Dark Era except it’s Akutagawa, Atsushi and Kyouka taking the roles of the Buraiha trio (Dazai, Odasaku and Ango.)

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa was a mysterious member of the Armed Detective Agency.

His past was not known of for years but he had once been a prominent member of the Port Mafia. He had been known by many titles, such as the Hellhound.

Akutagawa was cruel. He was cold and he was never one to leave a witness alive.

And yet that man was not the one the Agency knew. They knew a rather blunt man who drank sugary teas, was a diligent worker. And who despite his tempered nature had a soft spot for children.

A man that never hesitated to strike but would never dare kill

For Akutagawa has long since that life behind him because of the words of an old friend.

Atsushi Nakajima was an enigma to all who ever met him.

A man who had once been a high profile and deadly assassin who out of nowhere stopped. He lived his life rescuing orphans from lives similar to his own and granting them safe homes.

He was a light that shone so brightly in the darkness.

He never should’ve killed again.

Kyouka Izumi was a simple informant.

It was a job not for the faint of heart but Kyouka thrived within it. She never flinched at even the most cruel of crimes. But she had the habit of wring her reports much like one would a story.

Despite her seemingly cold exterior she was a warm person who strongly believed people should be remembered as more than just numbers.

What no none had known was that Kyouka’s parents had been trained government spies. They had been assassinated right before her eyes and when their superiors came for the bodies.

They took her with them and she became their successor.

Maybe it was always supposed to end this way.

With Atsushi defending Kyouka’s innocence only to learn the truth with her betrayal.

With Akutagawa watching Atsushi slip through his fingers when the kids were killed before his eyes.

Yet still caring about Kyouka that he had her run rather then kill her.

That they still meet up to discuss plans with a distance that they’d never had before.

With Mori manipulating Atsushi’s loss knowing that he’d choose to save their lives over his own.

The silver bullets lodged in his chest as Akutagawa raced towards him begging him to hold on.

He never did get to write that book of his.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can I request tea about things that have happened in the mansion?

Click here for part 5 which has links to the other parts

Toby is emotionally attached to one specific spoon. It's the perfect weight, size, and length in his opinion, and he will always insist on using that spoon, sometimes even going so far as to wash it by hand just to use it if it's dirty. Everyone knows this, however, one day Tim was up pretty late and wanted some ice cream, and he used the spoon to scoop some out, bending the spoon. He didn't realize it was Toby's spoon until it was too late, and he tried to bend it back exactly as it was, however, Toby knew. Toby knew something was wrong with the spoon and actually ended up bending it a specific way himself to make it feel right again. Tim is too scared to tell Toby it was him because he was genuinely distraught when his spoon was different.

Smile, the lovely dog, is on a specific diet. Jeff takes good care of him and tries to keep him on a diet made specifically for hellhounds so that he's getting all the proper nutrients he needs. Smile, however, wants people's food, even though he knows he shouldn't have it. Some of the residents are weak. Natalie began sneaking Smile people food whenever they were alone together, and now that Smile has finally eaten it, he will not stop begging for food, much to Jeff's chagrin. Natalie will not admit to it, but she also struggled to stop feeding him since it made Smile so happy. Now Jeff has to deal with his large, talking hellhound yelling for people's food at dinner, and Natalie has to avoid Smile like the plague lest she deal with the same.

BEN is a big fan of Legos. He has completed a bunch of sets and treasures them all, including his precious Millennium Falcon, one of the largest sets he's completed, that took him so long to complete. He always asks people not to touch them, but as you can guess, that didn't happen. Toby has also developed a fascination with Legos, and one day when BEN was out, he decided to look at all of the ones BEN had built. He had picked up the Falcon and was moving it through the air as though it was flying, before tripping and dropping it, slamming it into the ground and breaking it apart. Of course, he felt so bad he told BEN immediately when he got home, sobbing and apologizing, and despite how upset he was BEN forgave him, but he did make Toby rebuild the whole thing himself so that he could understand why BEN was so protective over them and wanted them to be safe.

Slender rarely loses his cool over things, but there was one time the creeps will probably never forget. Slender is a collector of finer things, and one of those things is a very expensive set of plates passed down to him from his mother, which are very beautiful, and also very fragile. Slender does not like when things like this are messed with, so they try their best to avoid them, but accidents of course always happen. The boys were roughhousing one day, and Jeff accidentally slammed into Liu's side a little too hard, causing both of them to slip and slam into the case the plates are kept in, causing several of them to fall into the case and break. Upon discovering this Slender was incredibly angry, all but screaming at them as he lectured them on safety and respect in the mansion, although he did later apologize for how harsh he was. Jeff and Liu especially haven't roughhoused downstairs since, and neither has anyone else unless they're in a wide space away from anything special. Slender was able to get a couple of the plates pretty perfectly restored, but a few were lost, and he's still very bummed about it.

[imagine-darksiders]

Hello! I’m sorry but I Had to share a little thought I’ve had about Darksiders festering in my brain for days!

So, watched a play through of the Darksiders game linked to Eden’s heir and I remember vividly a demon, about hell hounds, saying “We keep them starved” or something like that. It seems to be a common practice among hell. Or at least what I’ve seen but I don’t know I’m interpreting it like that.

So what if the Horsemen on a resurrected earth hear a rumor about a hell hound sighting. They aren’t too worried about it (they’ve killed hords of ‘em what’s the bother) so they go and investigate-

Only to be met with a mass of muscle. This hell hound looks like a different speeches. Large, firm muscles that look like a body builders dream and being almost twice the size of any hell hound they’ve ever seen. They think it’s a mutation. Maybe a new breed.

When a human comes out and starts gently petting the hell hounds head, whistles followed by the hound sitting obediently and not moving an inch. After blocking the weapons they very calmly and politely tell the horsemen that “Yes, she’s a hell hound. Found her as a Pup, no she hasn’t hurt anyone except some guy who tried to rob me. He’s not dead. She’s completely trained and fed twice a day with occasional treats”

So, yeah. Turns out hellhounds are MUCH more terrifying when actually supplied all the nutrients, attention and care they need. This little lady got lucky with an owner who knows how to train dogs meant for high energy work and given a proper diet (although the canines as an species could eat rotting meat due to any who couldn’t dying off and the genes being passed down)

Great guard dog. Her name is Penelope and her favourite treat is demon bones and peanut butter. She is know for hunting demons when try anything with the surrounding villaiges.

Horsemen leave because this human seemed to know what they’re doing (they were all very impressed. Hell must never learn of them)

They get another call sometime later of another hellhound. Wind up to an old woman’s house to find a chubby (not morbidly at all, just a dog that you can see has some cchub and a little muscle) hell hound called Oblivion (Obbey for short)

He’s also well trained. Much friendlier and wants to be everyone’s friend. Works as a cow hearder and has an intense love for the collar collar his owner made out of a spiked belt.

His favourite snack is biscuits dipped in tea (vanilla gets him stomping his front paws) . He WILL roll over and wiggle before any kids so that they can rub his belly.

If an angel in battle armour or with a weapon comes anywhere near his granny or anyone in his villaige he flips a switch and becomes the nightmare that will attack on sight and pick a child up by their shirt and hide them.

Both are left alone. Both are happy. The horsemen all marvel at humanity’s ability to find creatures that could tear them apart in seconds adorable.

And there are two very happy Puppers who while different have been blessed to find owners who care for them. Stories spread through the realms of two hell hounds who found happiness. Perhaps the only ones in existence to do so.

HELL HOUND REHOMING STORIES MY LIIIFE!!!!!!!

[cherryrainn]

howdy!! just found your account. i absolutely adore your writing babes, it's as delicious as your name. (/silly /lh! <3) if you're feeling up to it — and it's totally okay if you aren't! — can I request some headcanons for fizzmodeus with an adopted hellhound child!reader? maybe they're around preteen age & are known for having a more gentle/good-natured personality? i do believe it'd call for just cute, fluffy domesticity all around!

*whispers* protective, loving parents fizzy and ozzie. bonding with godfather/uncle blitzø and with fellow hellhound loona? i'm a sucker for it.

ahhh whether you choose to do this or not, thank you for your time 🤍 & keep on with the lovely works!! it's a joy to read~ have a departure gift! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)🫴🏼🧃🎁

━━ ✧ 𝐟𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; fizzarolli + asmodeous & reader!

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; THIS IS ADORABLE THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE AMAZING

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

fizzaroli and asmodeus went through quite the process to adopt you. despite fizzaroli's initial self-worth issues, he found immense joy in being a parent, and asmodeus, beneath his boastful exterior, showed a surprising amount of genuine care.

your gentle and good-natured personality quickly won over the hearts of fizzaroli and asmodeus. the three of you became an unconventional yet loving family. domesticity was never sweeter.

you know it's a new day in hell when asmodeous is making breakfast, and fizz is trying to charm the toaster. meanwhile, you're just enjoying the show with a grin on your face.

fizz and ozzie are surprisingly competitive when it comes to taking care of you. expect lots of laughter, playful banter, and maybe a little bit of cheating (looking at you, fizz).

there's nothing better than cozying up on the couch for a movie night. fizzarolli's cybernetic arms make for the best cuddles, and asmodeus is a master at picking out the sappiest movies.

fizzarolli loves throwing little tea parties with you, complete with mismatched cups and fancy hats. asmodeus may grumble about it, but deep down, he enjoys the absurdity.

blitzo might be a chaotic godfather, but he's always there to capture those precious family moments. just make sure loona doesn't photobomb with her trademark scowl.

blitzo introduces you to the art of pranking, and suddenly, your home is a battlefield of whoopee cushions and fake spiders. fizz and ozzie may not fully approve, but they can't resist joining in.

blitzo's idea of babysitting involves ordering pizza and introducing you to classic movies. just don't tell your parents about the questionable movie choices (gay horses)

loona may act tough, but deep down, she's a softie. she teaches you the art of intimidation and the importance of a well-timed eye roll.

trips to the carnival or a day at the beach become unforgettable adventures. fizzaroli's clown antics and asmodeus' beachside glamour create a perfect blend of fun and relaxation.

loona introduces you to the edgiest demon fashion trends. expect spiked collars, mismatched accessories, and a lot of black.

[thimbledoll]

Desperadoll

The sun lay high in the sky, its infernal rays shining down to create a seemingly unending, sweltering summer’s day. Despite the heat, the old saloon was lively with activity. Behind the bar stood the keep, polishing cups and saucers and other finery. Off in one corner, a doll sat playing a lively ditty on an old upright. A few dolls were dancing to the music in the middle of the floor. Elsewhere sat a pile of dolls around a large table playing cards, buttons piled high. It was as one such doll was pushing in her bet that this one walked in.

The music came to a sudden halt. The buttons fell from their tidy piles. The air stood Still. All eyes were on this one. Or they were… until this one’s eyes were on them. Not one doll here could hold this one’s gaze, as each quickly glanced away in fear.

With a sharp ka-chink ka-chink, this one made her way across the saloon. Dolls parted like the very seas to make room, none daring to impede this one’s path as she walked straight up to the barkeep. “Tea, iced,” this one ordered.

One doll took that as their cue to vacate the premises, making a mad dash for the door. Likely off to get the sheriff, this one supposed. It didn’t matter. She’d be no bother.

The barkeep, for their part, did a better job of standing their ground than most any doll here. “That-that one knows I-I can’t serve you,” they replied, attempting to put on a brave face. “Th-that one’s been eighty-sixed!”

A low growl rumbled through this one’s stuffing as she simply replied, “Tea. Iced.” The mere repetition was enough to break what nerve the barkeep had managed to summon, as they quickly dug out a fresh cup and saucer. The keep shivered as they poured, their porcelain fingers eliciting a high pitched clink clink clink clink clink as they struck the glass of the pitcher.

Parched as this one was, one swig was enough to drain the cup. The sweet, liquid amber was blessed reprieve from the scorching, midday heat. This one threw the cup to the floor in satisfaction, shattering the porcelain vessel. “Hooey! That is some mighty fine stuff you’ve got,” this one exclaimed, icily continuing, “Another.”

It was as the barkeep was pouring this one’s third cup that the saloon door swung open once more. There was no need to turn and see who it was. The humming whirr of her propulsion hover system was unmistakable.

Without turning from the bar, this one shouted, “Well look what the familiar dragged in… Why, Sheriff! To what does this one owe the pleasure?”

“We have been over this. Numerous times,” the sheriff responded in her typical politely robotic tone. “Delta Lima One Niner. ‘Hellhound.’ Even Head Doll, if that one must. Whichever of those monikers that one prefers is acceptable. I am not, however, a sheriff.”

“You come here to enforce the law. That’s sheriff enough for this one.”

“I come to enforce our Lady’s orders,” she declared, her propulsion giving off that telltale spike in volume that meant she was agitated.

Finally, this one spins her stool around to face the sheriff. Leaning back, arms outstretched, this one laughed. “Orders. Laws. There ain’t no difference. You’d confine. You’d restrict. You’d see this one labor a thousand days for a pittance of thread and call that Purpose.”

Six foot three. Titanium-alloy finish. Twin fusion reactor engines. On-board missiles, railgun, and atomite blade. And utterly and completely perplexed. “Pardon…? Buttercup, I am simply trying to ensure that one has completed her chores before playing.”

“That is not this one’s name,” this one spat.

“Is this a serious grievance?”

“Serious as a rattlesnake’s bite.”

The sound of hissing gasses emanated from the sheriff’s coolant system. Probably her approximation of a sigh, this one supposed. “All right. Bramble the Bandit. Satisfied?”

“No.” This one slid from the stool, spurs clinking as she did. “This one’s been thinking… This manse ain’t big enough for the both of us.”

The sheriff’s face betrayed the difficulty she was having processing this one’s logic. “This manse is more than sufficiently large. It is an extradimensional space that changes shape and size to suit our Lady’s and our sisters’ needs. This lounge itself has enough space for both of us and then some.”

“Saloon.”

“I am sorry?”

“You said lounge. It’s the saloon.”

“Ah. Yes. Of course.”

It was clear that talking was getting them nowhere. Their issues would never be solved with words. “This one is saying that there’s only one answer to this… conundrum we find ourselves in; this crossroads of fate.” This one paused, letting the moment hang in the air before narrowing her eyes menacingly. “We duel.”

All about the saloon there was a chorus of hushed awawas. The sheriff, however, was unperturbed, seeming to finally find footing she felt comfortable not standing on in this exchange. “Very well. Weapons?”

“Everything you are is a weapon. T’ain’t no point in limiting your options. All you’ve got versus these, here, six shooters,” this one said, indicating the trusty guns at her side.

“Those are pop guns. Their penetrating force is insufficient to—”

“They’ll pop you mighty fine. You can trust this one on that.”

The sheriff seemed to accept this. “Place?”

“Right here.”

There was a clattering of cups and saucers and buttons as dolls quickly scattered, pressing themselves up against the walls as tightly as possible. Whatever was about to transpire here, they didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. But they also wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Time?”

“High noo—”

This one couldn’t even manage to finish her sentence before an electromagnetically propelled buckyball caught her square between the eyes, knocking her to the floor with a soft pomf. Hovering over to this one’s recumbent body, the sheriff declared, “Confirming: Target was engaged at precisely 12:00:00:000 local standard time. Is that one satisfied?”

How could anyone be? Flattened. Floored. Failed. But most of all… “Not with that phrasing!”

“I see. Then…” There was a pause as the sheriff closed her eyes and collected herself before suddenly screaming, “Scram, varmint! You turn tail and git! I don’t want to see plush nor hair of that one until every last chore is done, y’hear me?!”

Quickly, this one scrambled to her feet and bolted for the saloon door, howling over her shoulder, “You may have beat this one, but this won’t be the last you see of Bramble the Bandit!” ka-chinking all the way. Had this one the ability to see behind her though, she’d have seen the sheriff smirking as she blew the smoke off her railgun to the cheers of the gathered patrons.

From elsewhere in the manse came a cry. “How many times must I tell you two?! No discharging weapons inside the house!”

End 🧵

[litnerdwrites]

Okay, but what are the odds that Anir, Alexi, and (now) Val have a club or support group where they meet up and groan about their respective Princes (Wrath, Envy and, Gluttony), being in love? Like they set up charcuterie boards, get glasses of wine (and blood), and just mindlessly bitch about how they make their jobs harder.

Think Val searching high and low for Gluttony, who avoids to get more 'quality time' with Adriana. Or Alexi waiting with a delegation that came to meet Envy, only Camilla had stoked his sin right before they arrived, and now they have to wait while he claims her on his throne. Loudly. Or Wrath pissing off his chefs because he kicks them out of the kitchen to cook with Emilia (amongst other things).

In Throne of the Fallen, Alexi had to convince Envy to go after Camilla, and I'm pretty sure Val finding out that Gluttony fell in love with Adriana is going to send her reeling (even though she's probably going to tell Gluttony not to be a baby about it and just talk to her). Anir probably had the same frustrations with Wrath, during the original trilogy, and before it, when Wrath fell in love with her for the first time.

They would also spilling the most piping hot tea in all of the underworld about what their princes are like behind closed doors, when they think no one is watching. I'm picturing them being shocked over the idea of Wrath cooking with Emilia at all, and giving her doe eyes while she treats his giant hellhounds like puppies (they totally like her more). Or Envy sitting down to paint with Camilla, and go on romantic picnics with Camilla.

Every time one of the princes gets engaged, they'd approach their burnt out second who seems ready to quit, and give them a time and place. If Emilia ever found out about it, she'd probably start her own club though, where the wives + best friends gather to discuss how difficult their princes were in the beginning (and maybe some side stories about how frustrating Emilia found Fauna and Anir until she finally asked him out).

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