#helluva andrealphus x reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

What they call you (Helluva edition 4/4)

last part for now! if theres any characters you wanna see let me know and ill see if i can do a short little post for them!! obligatory i know ember is out of place here but SHHHH i like her i think she is very cool and fun to write characters: stolas, andrealphus, vassago, emberlynn notes: reader is a MAN for all of these guys except emberlynn, embers reader is gn and that reader will have alt names for gendered terms if needed, short post as its literally nickname stuff cws: none

STOLAS

what they call you: most of the names he calls you is dear and darling- my heart is another one he uses for you

what they like being called: lovely makes his feathers ruffle a bit the first few times you call him it

ANDREALPHUS

what they call you: my sweet, dearest are the main two he uses for you!

what they like being called: sometimes you jokingly call him bird boy- he... does not much care for it... loooooooves being called king, though! call him king and hes going to chuckle and agree with you

VASSAGO

what they call you: his muse, his harmony. though... the second one doesnt some out as smoothly as the first... sometimes calls you Mi Corazon (begging you guys to correct this, i believe its "my heart")- if you cant speak spanish it just pushes him to use the name more... he loves seeing the look you give as you try to decipher what it means

what they like being called: your songbird... cycling back to the above, he will be over the moon if you attempt to learn spanish and surprise him with a new name... it can be literally anything and he would carry it with him for the rest of his life

EMBERLYNN

what they call you: hot stuff, hottie, babe, and on occasional she WILL call you pookie. theres a lot more, but these are her main ones for you!

what they like being called: queen, sweetie... rest assured that as she adjusts to hell and its sinners/demons shes going to get a little too... excited... will make some insane petname demands, mellows with time as the relationship develops

[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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🧊 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...

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🧊 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."

[littlepputo]

Hb head canons of how they would be during yk 🫣

A/N: Idk if I'm going to do a part two to this lovely request

Warnings: smut, Gn reader , Praise kink, degrading kink, semi public sex

Stolas

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I see stolas as a soft dom or a switch.

He likes to take things slow, likes to take his time with you enjoy every moment he has you in his arms.

He most definitely realises on your praises, telling him he's making you good or that he's hitting all the right places.

And seeing as he never got the love and praise he desperately needed from his father or even Stella. He's basically putty in your hands when you do praise him.

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Asmodeus

Heheh

I think much like Stolas he likes to take it slow, enjoying his time with you.

Finding out what places of your body is most pleasurable, what makes you scream and moan out his name.

He's the embodiment of lust he's had years centuries to learn what makes a soul scream out his name.

And don't even get me start on that wife beater.

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Andrealphous

This sassy man knows his way around the bedroom, pleasuring his partner is basically what he's focusing on whenever he gets the chance.

He definitely praises and degrades his partner, anything to get a raise out of them. Hes totally into begging, it makes him feel like he has much more power and control over the situation.

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Blitzø

Blitzø definitely has a high sex drive, and he'll basically do it anywhere. This man has no shame.

It gets him more excited than he should be, covering your mouth to keep you quiet as he basically pounds into you as if its his last day in hell.

Whenever you guys are in his office he'll sometimes if not all the times having you give him a bj while he's talking to a client, trying to keep a straight face.

[writing-appreciation]

Vassago Headcannons because because I am feral for Vassago content

To start, I want to say I believe Stolas, Vass, and Stella are all the same age.

Andre is a couple years older than Stella.

In my mind, hell's aristocracy has like an annual/semi-annual/semi-centeninal event in which children who are coming of age are formally presented into society.

Maybe they get their full powers, maybe they are presented to Lucifer and Lilith. Maybe they are arranged to marry.

But one thing is always the same, two Demons are always chosen, one male and one female.

These two are basically hells it Demons of the event.

Maybe they even get titles in their own right instead of having their parent's title(s).

It's not expected for these two Demons to be married, but some cases to lead to happy marriages.

Or marriages of convenience. Which is where Vassago comes in.

While he isn't named the male demon at this event, he is an only child, a prince by birth right, he's already considered quite the catch in every social circle.

So of course many many many nobles, varying in ranks, are trying to see if the young, newly of age, Prince is looking for a princess.

From a young age, his parents promised him that the choice of marriage is entirely up to him. Any demon he meets and becomes enamored with. The only thing they ask is that, eventually, an heir is brought into the family.

Of course, only a very select few know he actually prefers the company of men.

Which does complicate the whole heir thing.

Enter his best friend. She's also a Goetia, dashingly charming, intellectual, kind, and even beautiful.

She's the oldest child of some terribly distant arranged marriage. Great family. Just not the most social hell family.

Her father is a Duke. So she is only a Lady, but that does change at this event.

She was crowned the demoness of the event. With this comes a title of her own, legions to command, a palace, so much more.

She is shot to the top of the social scene.

Much to Stella's horror, as she was always predicted to be crowned at this event. Even as a hatchling.

"Hey, you needed a break from inside too, Princressa Nueva?" He jokes.

" Vass, there's has to be some type of mistake. I do not belong on the forefront of society. Do you think I can kindly reject it??"

"Hah, I'm sorry Vivi (his nickname for her), I don't think that's an option. Though, it might make Stella happy."

They laugh together on the balcony, wine, beginning to cloud their judgement.

"I'm scared. I don't want to be a Princess. I especially don't want to be forced to marry some power hungry SOB who will try to tell me how things should be done. I saw my parents talking to Andrealphus and his parents. I would rather throw myself into the streets of Greed than marry that pretentious prick." She will grumpily throw herself to the bench.

A metaphorical light bulb goes off in Vassago's head.

"Marry me then."

He can't tell if it's the wine, or the excitement of an answer to his own problem that makes him say those three words.

She looks up at the friend she's known her whole life, confused, a little mad, but mostly intrigued. "Do you want to explain orr??"

"Well, I'm a Prince already. I'm not a power hungry SOB to worry about. I'm also currently dodging marriage proposals since coming of age. Y, puedo cocinar tus comidas favoritas. (And I can cook your favorite foods)."

She continues to look at him, conflicted. He is the best possible circumstance. He's always been nice to her and her family.

"We're going to be obligated to convince an heir at some point. I don't want you to have to do something you don't want to do." She quietly says.

He looks away. He has always found himself attracted to men. She was actually the first friend he told about this. She was compassionate, heard him out. They would compare crushes they had. This bonded them closer.

And he would be lying if he said he hadn't considered the possibility before. If there was any woman he could think about being married to, it would be her.

"One heir is all we need. After that, I'm sure we could come up with some type of mutually beneficial agreement, no?" He now sits next to her on the bench.

The rest was history. They got married the following year, and within the same year, they welcomed their son into hell. The same year Octavia was.

From there, they were able to come to their agreement:

At least 4 weekly family dinners, though they did often eat together more.

Monthly dinners with both his and hers parents to make sure everything looked normal.

They had to attend one monthly public royal affair. Could be any of them, but they must be seen in public together.

Secrecy is key. Tell nobody about the other one's adventures.

Vassago can bring his partners home anytime.

She can bring her partners home anytime.

If either she or he had an issue, or a gut feeling about the other's choice in partner, the partner was asked to leave. No questions. They trusted each other.

Their staff was hand selected to uphold their very strict discretion.

In regards to their son, they are equals. Not one parent has more say than the other.

If either of them want out of this agreement, it ends. No hard feelings.

[vikkirosko]

hi, I would like fem s/o from fizz, andrealphus, sir pentious, ozzie and stolas to ask if they can hold something for a moment and when they agree, she shows her empty hand (with the intention of them holding it), thanks ❤️

Headcanons Hold hands

🐍Sir Pentious x fem!Reader 🎩

Sir Pentious sincerely loved you, but when it came to showing affection, he was embarrassed, not knowing what to do. You saw his embarrassment and understood that it was because of this that he did not always dare to express his feelings. That's why you decided to go for a little trick

You and Sir Pentious were in the living room of the hotel. He was doing another drawing when he heard your voice. You asked him to hold something for you, just for a couple of minutes. He hurriedly turned to you, sure that you needed help, and froze when he saw that you were holding out your hand to him. You wanted him to hold your hand

A bright blush appeared on his cheeks, but after a couple of seconds he hesitantly took your hand. You smiled as you intertwined your fingers. Looking at your happy face, Sir Pentious shyly smiled back at you. He felt the warmth of your hand in his and it made his heart beat faster

You were happy that your little trick worked, and hoped that it would help him feel more confident. Perhaps in the future, you can come up with a few more tricks that will help him show his feelings for you and that will allow you to become closer to each other, even despite his embarrassment

🦉 Stolas x fem!Reader 🎩

Stolas enjoyed being with you. He felt like he was inspired, but despite this, he had moments when he was embarrassed by the manifestations of feelings. It was the first time he was so happy, so he didn't always decide to do something. That's why the fact that you took the initiative in showing signs of attention made him feel relieved

You liked to make him happy and you found different ways to show him your feelings. You often had breakfast together and sometimes he was sleepy. There were days when Stolas had a hard time getting out of bed. It was on such a day, while he was sleepily eating his breakfast, that you asked him to hold something for you, literally for a couple of minutes. He reached out to take what you were going to give him, but instead of the object, he felt your hand

Stolas looked at your hands in surprise for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out what was going on, but as soon as he finally realized that you just wanted to hold his hand, a blush appeared on his cheeks and his lips stretched into a smile. Something so simple and affectionate made his heart skip a beat and he hurried to hug you, feeling so happy next to you

It would seem that there was nothing special about holding hands, but it was important to him. He couldn't afford to show such sincere, tender feelings, but now he was with you, with the person he really loves, and the manifestations of feelings caused him awe. Stolas hoped that he would be able to give you as much warmth as you gave him

🦚 Andrealphus x fem!Reader ❄️

Andrealphus was not the one who showed his feelings in public. He was an aristocrat and always lived up to his title. Even when you were alone with him at home, he remained cold, not often showing feelings for you, even though you were in a relationship. But sometimes you wanted his attention, so you used tricks to get him out of his usual composure

When you were at home, you asked Andrealphus to hold something for you. He didn't look at you and just said that the servants couldn't do it. You said it was something very important and you could only entrust it to him. Andrealphus sighed heavily and looked at you. However, instead of any valuable object, he saw your hand. You held out your hand to him, smiling softly and wanting him to take your hand

He shifted his gaze from your palm to your face. Under his gaze, a blush appeared on your cheeks, but he took your hand, and then kissed your hand. His lips stretched into a grin and he told you that since it was so important, then he would help you

He realized that he didn't always show you the feelings he had for you. He kept a lot to himself, but those moments when you were so sweet warmed his heart. He could only open his feelings and his heart to you, knowing that you would accept him for who he is

🐓 Asmodeus x fem!Reader 💕

Asmodeus always gave you a lot of attention, especially when you were alone. However, he also had days when he was busy with work. On such days, you could sit in his office and help him with work as much as you could, knowing that he had to run the business of his factory and restaurants, as well as perform the duties of the head of Lust Ring. But looking at him when he was already tired, you couldn't keep doing nothing and found ways to distract him at least for a while

When he once again sighed heavily and put down the documents, you asked him if he could help you with something. After he nodded, you asked him to hold something for you. When he held out his hand to you, he felt something small. Looking at you, he saw that you put your palm in his hand, smiling gently at him, and there was a touching blush on your cheeks

Asmodeus smiled and pulled you towards him, after which he sat you on his lap. He kept holding your hand and smiling, glad to have you by his side. He felt his fatigue go away and he relaxed, knowing that he could afford a moment of peace next to you. Especially when you were so sweet

You knew perfectly well that Ozzie always had a lot of work to do, which is why you tried to make sure that he had the opportunity to relax and unwind. Next to you, he felt at peace and the fact that you gave him your love caused him to have a soft, sincere smile

🎪 Fizzarolli x fem!Reader 💟

Fizzarolli and you spent a lot of time together. Every time he came home tired, you spent time together, just lying on the couch and watching movies. Despite being tired, Fizz wanted to spend time with you. At such moments, you both just enjoyed the peace, but you still found ways to make him feel better a little more

When you were watching another movie, you asked if Fizzarolli could hold something for you. He held out his hand to you and looked at you, but all he saw was your outstretched hand. You asked him to hold your hand, albeit in a slightly unusual way

He took your hand in his and kissed your fingers. You seemed so sweet to him and he just couldn't refuse you such a request. You continued to watch movies while holding hands. Fizzarolli felt the warmth in his chest and was glad that you could spend time together like this

Fizz worked hard, so he was glad that he could spend time with you at least when he finished working. Little ways to cheer him up and show your feelings for him made him smile and he was glad that of all the people around you were the one

[swagyalastorwife]

Andrephus x reader 💙

A/N:hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/💙 its the first time that i writ for hiimmmm!!!!

⚠️warning⚠️: nooone!!!

●Background●

In the Circle of Greed a realm where each demon seeks to outdo the other in cunning and ambition, Andrealphus, a demonic marquis with a sultry charisma and a reputation as a brilliant manipulator, is bored.

Until the day he crosses your path:

you, a young goetic prince, as cunning as he is discreet, whose reputation as a strategist is beginning to shake the walls of the circle.

●Meeting and Partnership●

Andrealphus initially observes you from afar, intrigued by your ability to weave intrigues that elude even his most astute spies.

He then decides to approach you, proposing a pact: combine your talents to overthrow the infernal hierarchy, accumulate power and wealth, and, above all, enjoy manipulating the other demonic princes.

For the first time in centuries, Andrealphus finds a partner worthy of him, someone who understands the subtlety of the game and the taste of victory snatched by intelligence rather than brute force.

●The Dynamics of Your Relationship●

Your relationship is made up of knowing glances, verbal sparring full of innuendo, and a mutual respect rare in Hell.

Andrealphus appreciates your beauty, but it's above all your quick wit and your ability to anticipate his plans that seduce him.

He likes to test you, provoke you, sometimes even challenge you, but he clearly enjoys seeing that you always rise to the challenge, sometimes surprising even him.

In private, Andrealphus is less domineering than with his other partners.

He savors the feeling of not being in control, of sometimes being destabilized by your initiatives.

He sees you as his equal, a partner in play and in plotting, but also as a mirror reflecting his own weaknesses and unspoken desires.

●Andrealphus's Feelings for You●

As your schemes progress, Andrealphus develops a fascination for you that goes beyond mere physical attraction.

He admires your ability to remain impassive in the face of the worst betrayals, your sharp sense of humor, and that glimmer of intelligence in your eyes that reminds him of what he's always sought in a partner competence, ambition, and that touch of madness that makes every moment unpredictable.

Little by little, he finds himself wanting to protect you, involving you in his most secret plans, and even confiding in you weaknesses he wouldn't admit to anyone else.

For the first time, he contemplates the idea of ​​no longer being alone at the top, of sharing victory and pleasure,with someone as brilliant as himself.

"You're the only one,"

he confessed one evening

"who makes me want to play without cheating."

In your presence, Andrealphus discovered the rare taste of mutual trust and admiration, a luxury he thought inaccessible in the circle of Greed

Let it gooooo!!!Let it goooo!!💙💙

[dxnutsfp]

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✷ 𝐈 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 ❟

𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘰 ֙ 🥢⸝

⋆ 𝕳𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘃𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 ꜞ

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✧ ── ᎓ 𝗡𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗶𝗿

✦ ── ᎓ 𝗗𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘀𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘀

𝘃𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗿

✧ ── ᎓ 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲

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[al-of-the-stars]

Mh.. Andrealphus and Vassago with an S/O who's like Angel Dust? They dress/act the same way as him and are a Goetia.

Vassago and Andrealphus with a S/O who dresses and acts like Angel Dust!

A/n: I LOVE THESE DUMBASS BIRD DEMONS SM!! Vassago is probably gonna be ooc since at the time of making this, he has only appeared briefly in the trailer. Hope you enjoy!! :D

❆ Andrealphus ❆

-the first time you make a sexual joke, he will either side eye you or slowly turn to you with a disgusted expression

-he does eventually get used to it and finds them kind of funny after a while

-don't expect a big reaction though, the most you're getting is a quick chuckle but that's it

-he likes your fashion style and often helps you pick outfits

-shopping dates!!

-you guys probably try to dress in each other's style for a day just for funsies and have a good laugh about it after

-he would 100% flirt back if you start

☆ Vassago ☆

-before he gets used to your humor, he will just sort of stare blankly, wide eyed

-he genuinely has no idea how to respond

-he would also get used to your innuendos and flirts, he learns to kind of disregard them half of the time

An interaction you probably had:

Vassago: Dear, what outfit are you going to wear to the gala?

You: Does it matter? It's going to end up on your bedroom floor at the end of the night *wink*

Vassago:...Anyway! I think you would look lovely in red-

-the other half of the time, he would play along:

You: damn, what else do those hands do?

Vassago: I think you know that by now, my love

-thinks you are super stylish

-loves your style and often buys you clothes he thinks you would like

[lousypotatoes]

Hi! I have no idea how to request stuff but if you wouldn't mind, would you be able to do a helluva boss Andrealphus x reader? (Im not sure if you write for him or not since he doesn't have much screen time I'm sorry if u dont!) Where Andrealphus is so caught up in his duties that he accidentally neglects his partner and how he would make up for it. Pure fluff! Thank you for your time!!

I can try, but I can't promise it'll be good 😭

Never Again - Andrealphus x GN! Reader

Song Recommendation:

You Are The Reason - Calum Scott

Pt.1

that's supposed to say pt 2 and its not letting me fix it 😭 sorry

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Being married to royalty definitely had it's pros. You had people waiting on you hand and foot, people knew who you were, and you got to shop without worrying too much about the money.

That was one of the best parts.

But being married to royalty also had it's cons. You constantly had people trying to kill you, you had to deal with your husband's bitch sister every time she came over to visit, and your husband got too caught up in his royal duties that he sometimes completely forgot to pay you any attention.

That was the worst part, by far.

Right now, you were currently sitting on your bed, texting your brother in law, Stolas.

You and Stolas were close, confiding to each other about anything and everything, from his feelings towards an imp, to how much the both of you absolutely loathed Stella.

Deciding that you were getting bored of texting, you put your phone down and went searching through the castle, looking for your husband.

After about a few minutes of looking, you found him in his office, typing away on a typewriter. From what you could tell from his body lanuage, he seemed stressed.

"My love are you alright?" you asked softly as you walked into the office.

No answer.

"My love?" you asked a little louder.

Still no answer.

"Andrealphus?"

He still didn't answer.

Letting out a puff of air, you walked over to behind his chair, putting your hands on his shoulders. He didn't say anything, instead easing into your touch.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, lightly massaging his shoulders. "You seem really stressed."

"Yes, I'm fine, dear" he said, resting his head back, meeting your eyes. "I just want to get this letter sent out before the end of the week."

"Who's the letter to?" you asked, continuing your massage.

"Asmodeus,"

"Asmodeus? I thought you didn't like him?"

"I don't, but this is a rather urgent matter," he groaned as you hit a pressure point.

"What's the occasion?" you asked.

"He wants the two of us to meet at his club to discuss his sex toy production,"

"Why would he want to do that exactly?"

"That I don't know, my dear,"

"Do you want me to go with you?" you smirked, leaning down to his hear. "For moral support, of course."

Your husband chuckled. "As much as I want you with me" he started. "I don't want you in that type of environment."

"Aw, you're no fun," you playfully stuck out your tongue. "When do you think you'll be done?"

"Later today,"

"There's a but isn't there?"

"I'm sorry, my love," he said, lightly frowning. "But after I finish this, I have to attend a meeting at my sisters."

"Of course it's at Stella's," you said under your breath, pulling your hands away from your husband. "Is it actually a meeting, or are the two just going to bitch about Stolas the whole time?"

"No, this is an actual meeting," Andrealphus said, getting out of his chair. "The whole Ars Goetia is going to be there, including Stolas."

He gently cupped your face with his hands. The cold touch of his palms and fingertips making a shiver go down your spine and goosebumps appear all over your skin.

"I know you want us to spend more time together, Y/N," he said softly. "I do too, but you know I have duties to attend to."

"Yeah, I know," you grumbled, looking up to meet his blue eyes. "I just wish you didn't have to all the time."

"I know, I know," he said before closing the gap between you two and kissed you softly.

His cold lips were a nice contrast to your warm ones. Even though this was probably the thousandth time the two of you had kissed, it made your heart melt and your knees turn to jelly.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he whispered as he pulled away. "How about we go to a nice place for dinner, hm? Would that make up for it?"

"Mmm maybe," you giggled. "Only if you're paying."

"Don't I always, love?" he laughed. "I'll meet you out front at 8, you better be ready by then."

"I will," you said, pecking him on his beak. He blushed. He absolutely loved when you did that. "I'll see you then, handsome."

He removed his hands from your face, kissing you on the forehead. "I can't wait to see how you look, my love."

"Well, I better go start planning my outfit then," you said, walking out of the office. "I love you Andrealphus,"

"I love you too, Y/N,"

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@al-of-the-stars i'm sorry if this wasn't to ur liking i tried my best 😔

i had more planned but i got lazy so im gonna do a part 2 instead 😭

im so excited for the nest episode to come out 🙏

i may or may not have a helluva boss x reader planned out 🤫

stay safe and drink lot of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[mygoldtears]

So what did you guys think about the episode 👀

[fizzypop0]

As of 2/28/2025, I am still unfortunately still unemployed and living off of shop leftovers and commissions and now I’ve been asked to move out. I’m only 22 and frankly have no idea what I’m doing. I have a small savings but it isn’t much. I am an pet mom of a senor bunny, bird, 3 reptiles plus three cats. I would really love to make with me as I restart my life for the second time. I’ve been living with them since a month or so after my mom kicked me out for very unhealthy and unfair reasonings so it is reasonable that I’ve overstayed my stay to no fault of my own. I am to get a place of my own by the end of this year on December 31st. I have no idea where I’m going and what this path is expecting of me as this has just been randomly sprung onto me. I am actively job searching

for a WFH job(If you know any hiring please feel free to dm me about it, I have horrible anxiety disorder so socially working genuinely doesn't fit me well from the many times I’ve tried). I really hate having to come out and ask for help but I feel like I’ve been pushed into a corner that I need to ask for help. Originally my plan was to find my own place by at least mid 2026-2027 but that process has been sped up. I’ve been trying to focus on getting caught up on my shop but now things most definitely have slowed down that process until I get a more stable income. I wanted to focus and still will try to build a community on pat3ron and K0fi. As of right now my commissions will stay completely open and I’ve opened up a commission/donation goal on K0fi. I’m going to be honest I don’t even know if a 10k goal is enough to start off. If anyone has any damn clues how to independently buy a house or honest I would appreciate any words of wisdom. Honestly with how everything is going this year I’m truthfully just scared. I would try to move back with my mom since we have a better relationship right now but she in the process of trying to figure her own life out with having to go to court on and off against a pedo for my younger sister on top of my nana and grandma dealing with separate health issues unfortunately both having different types of cancers- On top of my childhood dog being diabetic, I want to help her financially with that as well at the very least along with my own stuff. The world is a mess for everyone and being an black woman right now isn’t it with all the new law changes. I just want to live peacefully and do art whether it is commissions, merch making, and so on.. It really is my livelihood so please if anything repost, it would mean a lot to me <3

[nixie-writes]

y/n hates her sister in law stella behavior to others while stella hates y/n for dating her brother, Andre loved his wife y/n so much but he need to tell stella to stop it and y/n tell stella "at least stolas and octavia like me being part of the family to their life while you did nothing but drinking your wines"

-Stella aggravated you. She did nothing but throw parties and drink expensive wine; wine that Stolas had to pay for none the less. She publicly humiliated him and made him out to be the bad guy. It upset you, knowing your brother was married to such a bitch.

-One night at a party you and Stella got into it. Exchanging some insults, some "fuck you"s and Stella accused you of cheating on her brother, Andrealphus, with an imp. She was clearly intoxicated and took out her problems on you.

-Andrealphus had to step in and tell Stella to stop antagonizing you. He knew she was drunk but he still tried to tell her that you most certainly were not cheating on him, let alone with an imp, and she needed to sober up and apologize for her behavior. You were completely sober but Andrealphus told you to take a breather and come back and apologize.

-as you were walking out of the room to take 5 to put on a nice face for Andrealphus' sake, Stella yells out at you that you're a filthy slut. You reared on her, fuming. "At least Stolas and Octavia like my company," you snarled, "and want me around when you're chugging wine," you growled. "Octavia stays with me because she can't handle your drinking and Stolas deserves so much better than some drunken piece of shit!" With that you left the room, not intending to go back in. You'd given Stella a piece of your mind and if you were lucky she would remember it the next morning.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Andrealphus Headcanons With Bonus Male Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Now this has been a long, long, long wait! Ever since Andrealphus was shown in the show, these two requests have been waiting. (Gives you a sense of the waiting list some people wait for when making a request!) It is finally here, so happy pride season! (Since June is full of Men's Mental Health Month, and Father's Day, I also tried and did that stuff as well, so I extend Pride Month to Pride Season, which is all summer long if not longer!) Anyways, let's do this!] 

(Disclaimer: Andrealphus from Helluva Boss is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you! I hope you all have a Happy Pride Season, My Muffins!)  -Base Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Andrealphus X Gender Neutral Reader From Helluva Boss- 

.Andrealphus is a very, very, very vain man, and he thinks that he is so handsome and so powerful! 

.Who would not want to be with him, but the thing was, he did not love anyone or see anyone being good enough to be with him. 

.That was until he met you, you were someone that moved him beyond words, and he wanted, no, needed to have you, and he would! 

.He sees himself as the only sane option for you, I mean, you must be crazy to not want to have him as your boyfriend and lover. 

.So why don't you just make this easy on yourself and accept his love, that is how he feels about it at least! 

.He is the type to question your intelligence if you do not choose to be with him; something must not be right for you not to want to be with him. 

.He is such a vain and confident yandere that he would see something wrong with you if you are not interested in him. 

.He also takes it as a personal insult if you were not into him; who could you love that was not him? They were clearly not worthy of you; only he was worthy of you and deserved your love. 

.Speaking of anyone else you chose to have feelings over than him, he does not handle them well. 

.He is a royal and a very handsome man. Why would some disgusting rival be able to steal your attention away from him? 

.He would not stand for this, as he sees all his rivals as less than imps and hell hounds. 

.None of them were worthy of you, the love of his life, and so they are treated as if they were dirt on the bottom of his shoes. 

.He is very nasty and cruel to rivals, mocking them and treating them as less than. 

.It did not even matter if they were a royal as well, anyone who tries to steal your heart away from him is the worst of the worst. 

.He would deal with rivals by any means necessary, from bribery and blackmail, to framing them with a crime, to straight up paying someone to kill them. 

.He does love publicly humiliating them, though. To show them how pathetic they are and that they are unworthy of your love. 

.He was a yandere who kept his temper down for the most part, especially in public; he cares about his image and can keep it mostly under control. 

.Of course, there are times when he snaps and loses his temper, and that is when he sees you being intimate with someone other than him. 

.In his mind you are whoring yourself out to the rift raft and betraying him even if you did not realize he had feeling for you. 

.When he does lose his temper, he may get rough with you, and he for sure is going to yandere snap and kill the person that made him angry (but not you, of course) 

.He tells you he does you a favor by killing any person you have been with, that he was getting rid of the trash, and that you should be thanking him. 

.He is so into himself that he thinks you should be into him just as much. 

.He would be the type of yandere to manipulate the people around you. .Such as your family, so he can manipulate them into making an arranged marriage with you. 

.As well as manipulating them into thinking you are just playing hard to get, and that you actually love him, and that you make up lies about him to mess with him. 

.He is simultaneously painting you as being in love with him and being an abusive partner. 

.So that he seems like such a good man slash partner and a victim at the same time! 

.He would be the type of yandere to gaslight you and make you question if you really are the bad guy. 

.He is also a very controlling yandere and would not let you have any control. 

.But even though he is good at making plans as a yandere, he is still a bit of an impulsive yandere, and that shows when he gets really upset. 

.He will say and sometimes do things as a yandere without thinking them through and he has to back track on them and bullshit his way out of bad choices. 

.He confessed his love to you in a manipulative and grand way, so that you cannot and would not say no to him. 

.He manipulated the situation so that he could keep you by his side and love you for the rest of his life. 

.You did not get a say, even if you wanted to reject his love. 

.The other way he would have done it would have been an arranged marriage, and that way again, you get no say in the matter. 

.If you somehow do reject either way, he confesses his love, he will make you regret it and come to him begging for him to take you. 

.If you don't come begging him by a certain point, he will hunt you down and drag you back home with him. 

.This is where he will break you and make you his and his alone. 

.Teaching you to love your betters, because yes, even though you are the love of his life and his darling, he still sees himself as better than you.

-Bonus Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Andrealphus X Male Reader From Helluva Boss- 

.You being a male is even better for him because he is a gay man in canon, and he is pleased that you are a man. 

.You are his pretty boy toy, and he will love to have you as his lover. 

.He loves to keep you in his bed, as his bed warmer, because, since he is a Goetia, he cannot be in an open relationship with you. 

.So you would be his biggest secret as a man and as a yandere. 

.He is very possessive of you and is not so worried about women flirting with you. 

.But if any man put their hands on you he would throw a fucking fit, you were his man and no fucking disgusting man was allowed to touch you BUT HIM! 

.If you were into just women, he would do his best to flip you. 

.If you are a man, you would also be his secret sugar baby~ 

.He is a yandere who would be a sugar daddy for you, his man. 

.He loves to have power over you and show you just how much control he has over you, his pretty little plaything. 

.He very much sexualizes you and treats you like a prize. 

.If his rivals a females, he can shut that down easily; if his rivals are male, he absolutely destroys them. 

.He tells you that you are nothing without him, and he breaks down your confidence until you are dependent on him, but not just for money and shelter, but also for emotional support and validation! 

.He would have confessed his love to you after he broke you, and he was certain you would not lash out at him. 

.If you accept his love, he will start to build you up and make sure that you are becoming a version he chooses and that he loves! 

.If you do not accept his love, he is shocked, but would remind you that he has complete control over you and you have no choice but to be with him regardless of how you feel. 

.With you being his boyfriend, he would have you as his sugar baby, and you will never ever escape him. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins! And once again, have a happy Pride Season, my sexy muffins!] 

[writing-appreciation]

Part 1: The Beginning

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"Miss (L/n), you must hold your head up higher. Look at Miss Stella's work. Phenomenal!" The prep instructor praised Stella from across the room.

I sighed, trying to hold my head, even higher than I had it. But the weight of the books on top of my head made it feel impossible.

"No, no dear, your chin needs to be tucked down. Here, try from the top again." The teacher walked over to me, removing the two books off my head.

"Actually Madame Adina, I am going to excuse my daughter a bit early. She has an appointment with the tailor!" My mother said, thankfully saving me from another attempt at walking perfectly.

"Oh, yes, of course duchess. Though, if I may speak freely?" She asked my mother. Mother nods and they walk a bit away while I eagerly walk to get my bag and coat from the hanging rack.

While I'm not over the moon about this dress tailoring session, I am happy this was my final etiquette lesson before the Event next week.

"Yknow, next time we see each other, I am going to be my own princess!" Stella says, blocking my ability to retrieve my items.

Her brother follows closely. He has been monitoring Stella's etiquette lessons since she was a hatchling. He made it a goal of his to make Stella crowned at this Event.

He'll never admit it, but Stella being the second born child, and hence insignificant in the eyes of succession to her parent's titles, always made him feel awful. He assured himself that he would be redeemed as an older brother, if he can secure Stella a title in her own right.

Maybe then Stella doesn't have to go through with the marriage to Prince Stolas. After all, the arrangement was only agreed to because Stella would be marrying up her status.

"Yes, I offer my congratulations in advance Stells. You must be looking forward to it." I put on a fake smile. Most royal interactions are simply fake. The sooner I can get out of this, and get home, the better.

"StellA. You really should become more familiar with her proper name. Seeing as this is how she will be addressed." Andrealphus responds before Stella gets a chance to.

His icy cold smirk makes me angry. And if I wasn't about to be ushered into upper society, I would have punched the smug thing off of him.

"Okay, dear, ready to go?" My mother, always with the perfect timing.

"Yes, mother, please."

Mother laughs at the sound of my desperation.

"Andre, Stella, will we be seeing you next week?" She makes polite conversation while I step around Stella to grab my things.

They both give perfect socially acceptable answers. They would never risk giving an attitude to an elder.

We both bid everybody goodbye, and my mother leads us into the car that is parked outside the building. I settle myself next to the window and glance outside.

"You could look less glum, you know. It's just a visit to the tailor." My mother laughed to herself after giving the driver instructions on where we were going.

"Yes, a visit to the tailor. Where they're going to poke and prod at me. Last time, I had a feather pinned to the dress. It hurt terribly!" I exclaimed to her, rubbing the spot on my neck that was injured from the last interaction at the tailor.

"Dearest, you were 15, and albeit very squirmy. I'm sure the modest did her best." She laughs again.

"Still, maybe not so tall of a collar, I felt like I couldn't breath in that dress." I gave her my biggest, most undeniable puppy dog eyes.

"Actually, your father and I spoke about it. You're about to turn 18. The dress is completely your choice. I'm just going to be there to pay, and show my little blossom a good time before you are completely grown up." She gently places a hand on my knee.

My eyes light up as I thank my mother repeatedly. I have wanted to have my own say in my attire for so long!

We entered the tailor's building, and it was unsurprisingly packed full. Many of hell's newest socialites were doing finishing touches on their outfits for the event.

"Darling, I am going to run outside to make a phone call to your father, I'll find you here in a minute!" My mother shouted over the commotion we were in.

I sat in an available seat, waiting for my regular modest to show herself. Until then, I occasionally glanced at my HellPhone, trying to play off any lingering nerves about next week.

The Event is Hell's very own, extremely formal, ball to introduce young children of royalty into society.

Anybody who was Anybody in Hell's upper circle would be at this Event. From appointed knights of Hell, all the way up to the Morningstar family themselves.

Most of the night, and following morning would consist of infuriatingly boring and stale conversation with other royals. Some extremely dull dances we were taught in our etiquette classes peppered in between the time.

But there was a rather exciting part of the night.

Two Demons would be chosen. One male, the other female. These two Demons would be crowned that night. This means A title in his or her own right, accompanied with legions to command. Usually the gift is also presented with a palace and various property all around Hell. Lucifer and Lilith chose the demons based on several categories. Some say the categories change every event, some say it's pure random luck. Others may think it's written before they are born that they will be crowned. Nobody really knows exactly how the two Demons are chosen. Only that they are, and nobody questions it.

"Oh, (Y/n), what are you doing here?"

I looked up from my Hellphone is see my long time close friend, Stolas looking down at me.

"Oh, hey," I say, while moving my bag to the side, giving him space to sit with me, he accepts the space quickly, "We're going to get my dress fitted and taken home today. Why are you here, I thought Piamon had the tailor come to you?"

Stolas was from a slightly (significantly) more snobbish family than mine. His father is one of the kings of the Goetia. Which further makes Stolas a Prince. Piamon holds the royal hierarchy very dearly, and even refuses to be in the same room as anybody with no title. This does cause a bit of a strain on Stolas and I's friendship, seeing as Piamon doesn't even acknowledge my existence.

His mother though, she was excellent. She was caring, tentative, but also fierce, powerful. Moreover, she raised her son to have compassion in his heart. She taught him that status wasn't the absolute be and end all. She was taken from him far too soon. She would've loved to see the young man he has grown to be.

Meanwhile, my father is a Duke, which makes my mother a Dutchess by marriage. While I'm simply a noble. However, given how pertinent my father's work is to Lucifer, he keeps our family in close ranks. We will often be invited to dinners and private events the Morningstar family hosts. Alot of Hell is not very keen on the 'special treatment', but truth be told, I think our family is just the most tolerable noble family in Hell, so that's why they keep us so close.

Though this envy does keep us from going out to social events very often. There are only so many hushed tones and secrets about yourself you can take before you just stop accepting invitations.

"That he does, but I wanted to sneak out and find a different hat to wear. The one he selected is far too hideous to be seen in public." He laments.

I smiled at his drama, and playfully nudge his arm.

"I want your opinion on something." He says, now returning serious for a moment.

"Yes, of course, anything." I say, matching his sudden change in tone.

"Miss. (Y/n)? Come on back!"

I broke my attention from Stolas to see my modest waiting for me.

"Hey, my modest is ready for me, come back with me, you can help me with my dress. You've always been better at fashion than me." I say, already standing and pulling him with me.

"Oh, oh, n-no! (Y/n), it's not proper for me to-"

"To what?? We're chaperoned, and my mother is going to come back inside any second. It's fine Stols! I'm not gonna be naked." I quickly interpret his stammering.

"Ohhh" He sighs in his posh voice and allows me to drag him back to the dressing area.

"Oh, Miss (Y/n), bringing a friend today?" My modest began, "good evening your highness." She says, now curtoseying and addressing Stolas.

He gives her a warm smile and a nod of acknowledgment.

"Yes, Beatrice. And my mother is out on a phone call with my father, but she will be right in as soon as she's done." I state, in my most proper and confident voice I can find.

"Alright, my dear girl, what were you thinking?"

We go through many many many (possibly too many) options while we're there. Different fabrics, different silhouettes, hair pieces, veils, shoes, gloves, every possible item of clothing was tried on.

My mother watched as Stolas and I talked endlessly about how each color complimented a different fabric, and how certain hues would catch the light. At one point, Stolas had cast a spell on a certain sparkly dress I tried on, and I watched in amazement as each individual gem shined like a genuine star in the vast galaxy.

This felt good. Dressing up was often our game of choice when we were younger. Anytime I found myself at his Palace, we would sneak into his mother's wardrobe (which we now know she knew and allowed this play time). We would climb in there and admire her, what then felt like, endless, clothing options. All her dresses, cloaks, suits, (and my personal favorite) tiaras. One spell Stolas learned quite early on was to enchant the clothing to fit the wearer. It made for an even more fun dress up experience.

Stolss offered helpful opinions, as did my mother. We settled on a design, and my mother went off to pay for the services and left Stolas and I to walk ourselves out.

"What did you want my opinion on?" I asked once we were alone again.

"Oh, yes, I had almost forgotten, thank you." He clears his throat, "As I am 18 now, I thought it would be good to host my first social event. Would you, Miss (Y/n) of the (L/n) please do me the honor of accompanying us to dinner Saturday night?" He said while moving his hands around in a formation of a spell. From a small, rather theatrical, poof of red smoke an invitation appeared.

You are cordially invited to join His Highness, Prince Stolas, for a prepared meal on this Saturday. Attire: semi-formal. A final gathering of friends before our adult lives officially begin.

Stols.

"Well, with a offer like that, your Highness, how could I refuse?" I smiled, happily accepting the invitation he held up with his magic.

"Oh wonderful, I was beginning to worry it would just be me myself." He breathed out.

"Well, who all have you invited?"

"Invited to what?"

We both jump at the new voice around us.

"Probably nothing worth our time, Stella. We should consider ourselves lucky we weren't invited." Andrealphus' cold voice says.

"If they're going to a secret party, I want to go too! Don't I deserve to go??" She began stomping her foot and crossed her arms over her chest.

I shake my head and roll my eyes at Stella's dramatics. Meanwhile, Stolas seemed mortified at this interaction.

"Oh, Stella, what were you not invited to?" My mother's voice suddenly appeared. She sounded concerned about Stella.

"It seems, Lady (L/n), that Miss (Y/n) was invited to a secret event by my sister's fiancée, Prince Stolas." That icy urchin responded for Stella.

His overuse of our titles did not get past me. It's his way of telling me to mind my place.

"Darling, Stolas, is this true?" My mother looked to us, now seeing the invitation in my hand.

"Well, Lady (L/n), I was still handing out invitations. I just happened to see (Y/n) out today, so I extended the invitation in person. I had every intention of addressing an invitation to Andrealphus and Stella both." Stolas lies out of his teeth. And with two flicks of his wrist, the same invitation I had just received poofs in their face, causing both to cough in reaction to the smoke.

"Ah, good. And I think a dinner before the Event will be good for all of you. A final hurrah as they say." My mother says, rather excitedly. "But if you'll excuse my daughter and I, we need to hurry home. We'll see you all next week." My mother put a gentle hand on my back and ushered me towards our car.

I didn't get a chance to turn around to wave goodbye to Stolas, but I'm happy I didn't as I'm sure Stella would have been making insulting faces at either him or me or both of us.

Once we loaded ourselves in the car I sighed heavily. Not looking forward to seeing Stella and Andrealphus at Stolas' dinner.

"(Y/n), dear?" My mother asked from beside me.

"Yeah?" I responed, not bothering to look up from my Hellphone, I was writing a text to Stolas.

Her hand slowly blocked my view from the screen of the phone as she guided the device into my lap. She wanted my undivided attention.

"I understand you and Stolas are very close friends, " she began,

I did not like the sound of this.

"But, you must watch how you two act in public. Or even in private. He's 18 now, and has been betrothed to Stella since they were children. There are royal politics involved in that, and it would be messy to be the woman that messes that all up."

I think she meant that in the kindest way possible, but it still irritated me. Sure, maybe once or twice I had a fleeting crush on Stolas. However, I never once allowed myself to fully give into that feeling because of his status and more so because of his prior betrothal to Stella.

"Mother, we are just friends. You know that. We really see one another more like brother and sister than potential lovers." I laughed it off awkwardly.

"Yes, darling. I may know that, your father may know that. But who is going to stop some 5th Prince somewhere in Hell hearing about a private dinner between you two and not suddenly think something askew is afoot?" She rebuttaled.

"What's the point, rumors will spread regardless." I breathed out, crossing my arms and pulling into myself.

There's an awkward moment of silence. She doesn't have a response, and I honestly don't want to talk any further about it all. So we leave it at that.

Once we return home, father is busy in his study. So I decide to occupy myself with some light reading before dinner is called for.

I was not expecting a sudden tapping at my balcony window barely a minute after I settle into my book nook to read.

I look up at the direction of the tapping and see no reason. So I continue to the book.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Sighing, I get off of my armchair and walk to my window. Still nothing.

As I turn around, preparing to go back to my spot, I hear the faintest twinkling.

I turn around quick enough to spot my other Dearest and longest friend, Vassago using his newly endowed powers to fly parallel to my window. Once he is spotted, he hangs his head down in defeat.

I laugh to myself and reach to the window to undo the locks on it and open it enough to allow myself to lean on the railing while I speak to him.

"Since when you do lock your windows?" He asks, now holding something behind his back.

"Since a certain friend of mine keeps breaking into my room to Rearrange my bookshelves." I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Huh, who could possibly ever do something like that?" He fake gasps.

"What's behind your back?" I nod my head to the obvious something he doesn't want me to see.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He says simply.

"Hey, did Stolas invite you to that dinner on Saturday?" I ask, hoping Vassago was invited because he can help mediate.

"Yes! And I told him, claro que si! And he said, I don't know what that means, are you coming?" Vassago began to recount the conversation.

"Stols still hasn't learned Spanish? He really should do that. Makes conversation with you much easier,  pinche cabron." I smiled.

Vassago returned the wide smile and asked if he could come in.

I stepped aside to allow him enough room to try to use his powers to enter my room.

He was still pretty new to them. Vassago's powers weren't fully manifested until his 18th birthday one month ago. I haven't seen him around much because he has been so busy honing said powers.

It wasn't a perfectly flawless entrance, but it was getting better than the first time I saw his powers.

"But yes, I have un Regalo." He swiftly brought the box from behind his back to in front of him and slightly pushed the box towards me. It was a simple purple box, but had a thick red bow on top. His signature colors.

"A gift? What for?" I asked, not yet accepting it.

"Well, considering your Birthday is on The Event, I won't have much time to give you this on that day, so I wanted to do it now." He said, once again, extending the box closer to me.

I slowly accepted the box and lead him to my seating area. I placed the box down on the table as Vassago took a seat in the chair opposite me.

"Go on, ábrelo. He He gestured to the box.

I took the bow off gently, and as I did the same twinkling stars I now associate with Vassago, shot out in every direction. It wasn't aggressive, it was more like little fireworks.

Once the bow was off, I took the top off the box and saw a couple layers of tissue paper. I took them out to reveal an empty box.

"Vass?" I asked, half smiling, half annoyed he was wasting my time.

"Well, hermosa, you're already wearing it." He says like it's the most obvious thing he's ever said.

I rush to my mirror to see if I can spot the difference, and I notice it immediately.

It's a stunning tiara. There were several (favorite color) gems within its design. It's beautiful.

"I know you're not technically supposed to have them, pero mira, it will transform into a necklace when not on your head, so it's like a secret tiara. Let me show you." He stepped behind me to take the tiara off my head.

I took at the reflection as he used his magic to suspend the tiara in midair. Then, the peices of it started to move around slowly, taking its time to arrange itself in the correct way. Before I knew it, I had a necklace being gently clasped around my neck.

I reached to touch the newly formed necklace. It's just as stunning when displayed as a necklace.

"Vass, this is beautiful. But I can't accept this." I started to find a way to kindly reject the gift.

"Ah, ah, as a Prince, I am gifting this to a noblewoman who deserves it. I cannot hear anything about returning it. I don't want to pull rank on you, but I will if you don't accept it." He holds his hand up to hush me.

I watch as he transforms the necklace back into a tiara.

"Thanks Vass, I love it." I push myself into his chest and embrace him tightly.

"Of course, you've always been a dear friend, I just hope this gift shows just how much I appreciate you being here for me." He says as he wraps his arms around me.

We stay like this for a minute, enjoying one another's company.

"Should I call for tea? We won't be eating until much later, my father is evidently busy." I suggested once we pull from our hug.

"Tea would be great! I saw this muchacho today that I need to talk to you about!" Vassago says as he invited himself to sit once again, now pulling out his Hellphone, presumably to show me a picture.

I excused myself to let the kitchen know we wanted tea brought to my room. I walked down a long corridor from my room, and had to pass by my father's study in the process. His door was cracked open, so I intended to peak my head in and greet him, but my mother's voice stopped me from saying hello, but I did peer into the room and listened..

"I suppose I never thought about how complicated securing a marriage for her would be. She's an excellent student, wonderfully kind to every single Dennison in Hell she interacts with. I don't know if it's bias, but she is a great match for anybody." My father says, laying his head into his hands and leaning over his desk. He seems frustrated.

"My dear, you know why. She has no title. To those power hungry snobs, she is nothing. Her powers, if she develops any, still have not shown any sign of manifesting. Status and power will always be the most important things to them." My mother sets a hand on my father's shoulder.

There is a pause. Neither parent say anything for a moment, but I feel this conversation is not over so I stay listening.

"Perhaps it's for the best. She can marry for love like we did." My father says as he reaches up to hold the hand my mother is using to comfort him.

"Andrealphus is always still an option. He's yet to find a wife, and his mother did tell me he has been searching." My mother adds.

My blood runs cold at just the acknowledgement that I could possibly be married to that icesicle.

I scurry along, not wanting to hear anymore of the conversation. I rush to the kitchen and find it to be empty.

I decide to prepare the tea myself as it would take more time to find staff to start the tea than simply doing it myself.

I add water to our kettle and place it over the flame on our oven, setting it to a medium-high heat.

While the water comes to temperature, I file through our tea cabinet to see what options I have. As our all kitchen staff is rather small in height, I have to crouch down significantly to see the countless packets and jars of loose leaf we have to choose from.

"Miss (Y/n), what are you doing?"

I am startled by the sudden addition to the kitchen and go to stand very quickly only to bump my head into the upper shelf of the cabinet.

"Ow! Blast it!" I say, rubbing the spot I just hurt.

I look up to see our Imp head chef, Skira, holding out a hand to help me up.

"Thank you." I say, accepting the hand and allowing myself to stand fully.

"Miss (Y/n), how many times do I have to tell you, I can make your tea. You don't have to do it yourself." She laughs, "it might honestly be safer if I make it anyway."

I laugh with her.

"I'm sorry Skira. I didn't see anybody in at the moment, and we decided we wanted some tea rather hastily, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to make myself. But oh, how I was wrong." I smiled down at her who was now hustling around the kitchen, gathering different tea accessories to add to the tray she was building.

Sugar, milk, small pastries, the tea set. She effortlessly assembled a flawless set before the water has even reached temp.

"What type of tea are you thinking?" She asks as she walked to the still open cabinet.

"Can we do the one Charlie gifted me a last year, if I still have some?" I asked, hoping I hadn't gone through that supply yet.

"You do, though, next time you see her, you may want to request some more. You are running low." She warns as she pulls the tin out of the cabinet and sets it with the tray.

The whistling of the kettle fills my ears before I get a chance to respond.

"Where shall I serve this?" She asks, brining me back to the moment.

"Oh, Skira, I can take it from here. I'm sure you have dinner to prepare.

She didn't respond, she only looked at me, expecting an answer.

I sighed, knowing there was no use arguing with her, "in my study, Vassago should he waiting in there. Can we make sure we add honey to the tray, you know how Vass gets about honey with his tea. I just want to stop by my father's office first." I smile to her.

She doesn't waste another moment and promptly begins to speed walk to my study after adding Vassago's favourite jar of honey.

Skira has been with the family for years. Longer than I can remember. She's sweet and fiercely loyal to my family. She often praises us for being the kindest noble family she has ever worked for. She often lets me (try) to help her in the kitchen. Mostly I am used to reach tall things for her. However, she'll always tell me stories when she's preparing something. She is wonderful. Though her signs of age do not go unnoticed. While she still moves with such precision and intent, it's slightly slower and more careful than it was even just a few short years ago.

A follow behind her, watching as she continues to my study. I can hear her greet Vassago and his delighted chirps in response to seeing her.

Without even processing what I was doing, I led myself into my father's room. He was still speaking to my mother. The presence of me stops their conversation cold.

"Sweetheart, hello, do you need something?" My father asks, leaping from his seat and making his way to me.

My mother stays behind at his desk, looking over the papers he has scralled around.

"Um, no, thank you. I just wanted to let you guys know Vass and I are going to be having tea in my study. And I wanted to see if after, would it be alright to skip dinner and go to bed? I'm not feeling the best."

This was half true. After hearing the whole "Andrealphus is still looking for a wife" conversation, I do not have much of an appetite.

My father frowns. He dislikes when the family can't all sit together for a dinner. So often he has to start the day before we are even awake, so breakfast is rarely an option. Sometimes we can manage a family lunch, but with the recent intensity of etiquette lessons, my siblings school schedules, and my mother overseeing a reconstruction of the west wing of the manor, our lunch times are never aligned with one another. Dinner was always our constant. No matter how busy, or how much homework we had, all us children, parents, and even our staff ate together.

"Are you alright? Do we need to summon a physician?" He places the back of his hand to my forehead, then lowering it to my cheek, trying to get a feel for a fever.

"No, no, it's just a headache. I'm sure I'll live, but I think if I have to sit at a table with Falden, Lista, and Luro all arguing about their day, I may explode."

"Ha, yes, your siblings can be rather much sometimes. I hope you'll feel better in the morning my blossom." He brings me into his side and gives me a small squeeze while he pecks the top of my head.

"Thanks father. Goodnight. Goodnight mother."

"Yes, darling, goodnight. Feel better." She sadly smiles to me, then returns to look at the papers.

I pull myself from my father and proceed to walk to my study a few rooms down.

Vassago is already enjoying a cup of tea, and I spot Skira preparing mine.

"Thank you, Skira." I say as I cross the room and join Vassago sitting at the table.

She hands me the saucer with the cup, bows to Vassago and I, and leaves the room.

I inhale the smell of the tea before I take my first sip. Even just the smell of this tea is immaculate.

"Okay, I have to ask, where in Lucifer's red Hell did you find this tea? Skira was telling me The Princessa gave it to you?" Vass asked before taking another sip.

"Ohy my Satan. It's the best. So it's actually from Heaven." I said, now taking a sip myself, enjoying the warmth of the liquid and feeling the warmth spread through my body.

"Quee??" His eyes widen as he sets the cup and saucer down. I giggle at his reaction.

"Mm-hm. It's called DiviniTEA. The tea leaves are actually dried from the Garden of Eden. It's supposed to be meant for the citizens of Heaven, especially the Winners, but I may know of a few connections."

"Que magnífico. I don't know if I can go back to regular tea after this." He says, picking up his saucer again.

I laughed and finished the first cup.

"Hey, do you want to see something cool?" He asks, now setting down his finished cup as well.

"Of course!" I say, sitting up in my chair.

I knew he was casting a spell by the way his hands moved around and his line of sight became locked ahead of him. Almost as if he was looking at something else entirely. Then, in a golden cloud of sparkles a bottle of bourbon appeared.

"Neat, no?" He smiles devilishly, pouring the amber drink into his cup.

I normally wouldn't drink something his strong, I normally stick to sparkling wines and light cocktails at parties. But given the long day, I gave in rather easily at Vassago's offer to fill my cup with the Bourbon.

"Now, I would be careful with this, it can be pretty intense." He warns as he caps the bottle and sets it to the side.

Ignoring his warning, I throw the cup back quickly and raise it for more. The liquid burns my throat and eventually finds it's way to my stomach which feels even more warm. It wasn't bad.

"Oh? So it's that kind if day? No te pero culpe chiquita, I can handle it enough for the both of us. What's going on?"

He opens the bottle again and refills my cup. I decide to nurse this serving as I do want to be coherent enough to explain to him what I heard my parents talking about. Several shocked swaks followed the news.

The rest of tea time went one relatively smootly. Save for my youngest brother, Luro, kicking my door open to hide from our other two siblings, apparently there was an intense game of hide and seek afoot.

We yapped to each other for about an hour. His problems, mine. The Event and how we are both not looking forward to it.

Soon enough we went through an entire bottle, and Vassago had to conjure another.

Though, Vassago's father summoned him to return home quickly as they had visitors at his Palace that needed to be entertained.

He left the newer bottle with me as a gift and bid me a goodnight and farewell until Stolas' dinner party.

[vikkirosko]

hi, how about andrealphus, stolas, fizz and striker with a female s/o who has scars on her neck and who always wears a choker and scarves around her neck because she doesn't want them to see.

Headcanons Scars on the neck

🦉 Stolas x fem!Reader 🎩

You and Stolas have known each other for many years. Every time you saw him, he saw a scarf or a necklace around your neck. There was always some kind of accessory around your neck that covered your neck from other people's eyes. Stolas did not know what made you wear something around your neck, because you had never worn such accessories before. You didn't talk about it until one day he saw your neck

You hid scars under your scarf. Your whole neck was covered with scars that you never talked about. Stolas was very concerned about your scars, he tried to ask you about it, but you refused to tell him about it. He quickly realized that these scars were related to some event in your life that you didn't want to remember. He didn't ask you unnecessary questions, realizing that there were things that you might not want to tell

Stolas has become especially attentive towards you. When he noticed that your scarf didn't cover your scars, he carefully adjusted your scarf until others noticed what you were trying to hide. You were grateful to him for this care, realizing that you couldn't notice absolutely everything and you didn't want to show others your scars

He understood that for you, scars were something that you would like to hide and completely remove from your life. He didn't know where you got them from, but he didn't think to try to find out. Stolas was sure that when you were ready, you would tell him about it yourself. He was ready to wait for you to be ready and tell him about everything yourself

🐍 Striker x fem!Reader 👢

Striker came to you every time he didn't have a job. You were close, but even he didn't know what the reason was that you always wore a scarf. You were wearing it at the time of your first meeting, but at that moment he did not pay attention to it, because you had just met. After a long time, he asked you about your scarf several times, but you always turned the conversation to other topics

He found out about what you were hiding under the scarf by accident. He came to your house without warning you and saw you without a scarf and the scars that you've been hiding all this time. Your neck was covered with a large number of scars, the origin of which you did not tell. He understood that it was something very personal and disturbing for you, so he didn't ask you any questions, just asked if the person who did this to you was punished, and he got angry when he found out that he wasn't

Striker had no trouble finding out who left the scars on your neck and getting rid of this person. He didn't tell you about it, not wanting to disturb you and make you remember the terrible events of your past. He understood that if there were things that you didn't want to tell, then there was a reason for it

Sometimes when you were sleeping Striker would run his fingers over your scars. He did it carefully so as not to wake you up, but every time it caused him a lot of thoughts. Striker wasn't going to let anyone hurt you, much less leave new scars on your skin

🎪 Fizzarolli x fem!Reader 💟

From the first day you met, you always wore a scarf around your neck. At first, Fizzarolli was sure that it was just an accessory that you were attached to, until one day he accidentally saw a part of your neck. There were scars under the scarf. Your entire neck was riddled with scars, the origin of which was unknown to him, and when you realized that he had seen your neck, you looked worried

You understood that he was worried about you and you trusted him, so you told him that you got these scars a few years ago and since then you have tried your best to hide it. Your scars embarrassed you and you didn't want anyone to see them. That's why you always wore a scarf, no matter where you were or what the weather was like. Fizzarolli listened to your story, and then decided to tell you what he was hiding from almost everyone

He showed you his old scars and the wounds he got from the accident. Fizzarolli told you about what happened to him and how he hid it from everyone. Only a few people knew about it. He didn't want to be considered weak and inferior, because he suffered much more than you, but he understood what you were experiencing

You were similar in your secrets and it seemed to bring you closer. You were glad that there was someone you could trust, even though you felt sorry for Fizzarolli, who went through something so terrible. Now you both knew that you could entrust something as important as your scars to each other

🦚 Andrealphus x fem!Reader ❄️

Andrealphus noticed every time you saw each other, regardless of whether it was at a public event or at a personal meeting, that there was always a scarf or a necklace around your neck hiding your neck. Your neck was constantly decorated with something, always matching your outfit and you were often complimented on this. However, he only found out the real reason why you were hiding your neck when you became a couple

You hid your neck even from him for a long time, but you couldn't hide it forever. There were scars on your neck. Terrible scars that have been with you for many years. You were shy of them and didn't want others to see them, especially considering the society you were in. Your scars were the result of an attempt to kill you, and for you it was a terrible memory of what happened that you tried to hide from others as well as from yourself

Andrealphus had never heard of anyone trying to kill you, but looking at your scars, he knew you wouldn't lie about it. He hoped that whoever did this to you was punished, but the scars didn't make you any worse. He understood that you might not believe his words, but he really thought so. He really liked you and your scars didn't make you any worse for him

Andrealphus knew that despite all his strength and power, he couldn't rid you of your scars, but he could show you that they weren't a problem. He was sure that scars were a much smaller problem than many others that other inhabitants of Hell had, and he was sure that he would be able to show it to you

[voxisdaddy]

I’m not really into pegging but like the things I’d do to this self-absorbed, smug, chicken ass, motherfucker is unholy