#helluva vassago 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

[voxslays]

Lucifer: What was that about you ruling before me? You didn't even exist before me-

Satan: Be the king all you like, at least my spouse hasn't divorced me.

Get his ass, Satan

NAH- The way he would say this though? I imagine it somewhat like this:

EVEN MORE SATAN

You were standing next to your husband, Satan, the ruler of wrath. Lucifer had recently returned and…let’s just say he wasn’t too happy about the lies your husband had been spreading—lies you had tried to stop—about being the first sin. It had been seven years of your gym bro hubby’s nonsense, so of course Lucifer was pissed.

You hadn’t been listening to their argument, simply standing there and staring into space…until now. Glaring at Lucifer, Satan puffs out his chest, his ego wounded. "At least my wife didn’t divorce me before disappearing and completely abandoning me and my daughter!" Satan yells, fire coming out of his mouth. You gasp.

“Satan!” You yell angrily. “Calm down! We talked about this.” Yogirt suddenly flies over and tries to calm Satan down, but it’s no use. It simply flies over your anger-issued husband’s abnormally large dragon head. "She left, you stayed. End of story," Satan mutters darkly, his presence growing darker and more menacing. He turns to look at you, his glare softening slightly, "Besides, you're the only one who can put up with my nonsense."

You can see out of the corner of your eye Lucifer fuming. Yet, he also looked like he wanted to cry. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you felt bad for the poor man. You look up into your husband’s orange eyes “Unfortunately…” You huff out, before sarcastically rolling your eyes and gripping his muscled red arm closer. Satan pulls you into his grasp before simply smirking at the short king triumphantly. He had won this argument.

[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.

[pannman]

Human form Vassago: Fine I will tell you, you have to stay away from me because I'm...

Vassago transforms*

Vassago: a demon!

Human reader: Oh thank goodness I thought you were gonna say you had a partner

Vassago confused bird noises*

Human reader: a demon huh? I should've known from your strange foreign bird language

Vassago: it is spanish

[swagyalastorwife]

Vassago, Stolas , Adam , Lucifer Alastor and Vox x Chubby!reader❤️🩵🦈💛🧡❤️💜💥

A/N: hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️ i have nothing to say 😅😅🤔

⚠️Warning⚠️: !! EVERYONE IS PERFECT ❤️❤️

Vassago🦩⭐️

♤ Vassago, a member of the Ars Goetia and manipulator of secrets, has a magnetic and mysterious presence.

♤ When he notices you, he first sees your physical difference as a singularity in the infernal universe, but very quickly, he perceives your discomfort, your unease at occupying space.

♤ Rather than ignoring what you feel, he approaches, his gaze piercing yet gentle, and engages in conversation with rare subtlety.

♤ He tells you, in a knowing whisper, that demons measure the value of a soul by its inner strength, not by the shape of its body.

♤ He lets you know that your presence attracts his attention precisely because you don't try to blend in, and that your difference, far from being a flaw, is an asset in a world where everyone wants to look the same.

♤ When you express your insecurities, he offers you an enigmatic smile and assures you that he has seen thousands of souls, but very few possess your light.

♤ He then offers you a pact: every time you doubt yourself, he will tell you a secret about one of the most powerful demons, to remind you that even the greatest hide their own weaknesses.

♤ By his side, you feel unique, precious, and he uses your difference as a weapon, never as a source of shame

Stolas 💜🦉

♡ Stolas, a demonic prince and astrology enthusiast, is unexpectedly sensitive. When he invites you to observe the stars with him, he quickly notices your discomfort with your appearance.

♡ He doesn't settle for superficial compliments: he gently explains that in cosmology, each star, regardless of its size or color, has a unique and essential place in the constellation.

♡ He compares your silhouette to a bright star, affirming that it is your difference that attracts his gaze, and that you are far from invisible to him.

♡ When you confide in him about your insecurities, he takes your hand and reassures you, telling you that even in his family, the pressure for perfection has always been overwhelming, and that he has learned to appreciate what deviates from the norm.

♡ Stolas shows you that your gentleness, warmth, and generosity are rare qualities, and he doesn't hesitate to embrace you, to shower you with affection, so that you understand that you are desirable, loved, and irreplaceable in his eyes

Adam💛

◇ Adam, the first human and fallen angel, is arrogant and self-confident, but he hides a deep sense of loneliness.

◇ He notices your insecurities, especially when you compare yourself to others.

◇ He looks you straight in the eye and tells you that he, too, was rejected for wanting to be different, for refusing to follow the rules.

◇ He reminds you that the first rebellion is to exist as you are, and that your strength lies in your ability to assert yourself despite the gaze of others.

◇ He encourages you to embrace your presence, to not apologize for being there, and he doesn't hesitate to defend you if anyone dares to put you down.

◇ For Adam, you are living proof that true beauty is the courage to love yourself, and he repeats it to you until you begin to believe it.

Lucifer🦆

♧ Lucifer, king of Hell and the embodiment of pride, has an imposing aura but also a hidden humor and tenderness

♧ He quickly notices your insecurities, especially when you try to be discreet around him.

♧ He then approaches, places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and confides that he himself was rejected for who he was, and that Hell is nothing more than a refuge for those who don't fit into the boxes of Heaven.

♧ He tells you, with a mischievous wink, that greatness isn't measured by height or thinness, but by the ability to embrace who you are.

♧ He invites you to walk by his side, proud, and reminds you that it was your difference that attracted him, because he never liked conformity.

♧ When you doubt, he tells you how he built his kingdom on rejection and marginalization, and that you are, for him, living proof that beauty lies in the audacity to exist fully, without hiding

Alastor❤️

● Alastor, the Radio Demon, is a complex being, both charming and cruel, but he has a weakness for sincere and authentic souls.

● He likes to gently tease you about your shyness, but never about your figure.

● He even takes a malicious pleasure in putting you forward, making you dance or laugh in front of others, so that you gain self-confidence.

● When you confess your insecurities, he stops, his smile softens, and he explains that in his past life, he saw entire crowds conform, and that it was always those who embraced their differences who left their mark on history.

● He loves your energy, your generosity, and he tells you that your warmth is a treasure in a world of coldness and cynicism.

● He reassures you by reminding you that, for him, you are a unique melody in a universe of background noise, and that he wouldn't want you to change for anything in the world.

Vox🩵🦈

☆ Vox, the demon of screens and technology, has a public image to maintain, but he's fascinated by anything outside the box.

☆ He loves filming you, taking pictures of you, staging you, not to ridicule you, but because he thinks you have a natural charisma that others don't.

☆ When you talk to him about your insecurities, he shows you the videos and pictures he's taken of you, highlighting everything he likes: your smile, your way of expressing yourself, your attention-grabbing presence.

☆ He tells you that, in a world saturated with retouched images and pretense, you are authentic, and that's what makes you irresistible in his eyes.

☆ He encourages you to embrace yourself, to occupy your space, and he doesn't hesitate to put you front and center in his shows or projects, so that you understand that you are a star in his own way, and that your difference is your greatest strength

I hooope youuu like iiit!!🦩⭐️✨️💜🦉❤️💛🦈🦆

[al-of-the-stars]

can i request vassago as a father, please? like he and his fem! s/o are having kids and how would they care for them,

i headcanon Vassago is silly yet a bit strct father, he let his kids have fun as long as it not going overboard for example: Vassago's kids playing at the playground and Vassago watching them so they couldn't hit other kids

Vassago as a father headcanons!

A/n: I wasn't sure if you wanted this as headcanons or a fic but I did HCs and can turn this into a full fic later if you want! Hope you enjoy! :D

-fully agree on the “silly but strict” headcanon you mentioned

-he would see his kids getting into an arguing with either each other or another kid on the playground and immediately try to help them compromise

-he would have a specific schedule for when he takes them out to the playground or theme park or something like that so that he can always know to not have anything else planned that time

-he 100% plans out family vacations

-if he was playing dolls with one of his kids and they asked him to do a voice for the character he was playing, he would NEVER hesitate. Being teased or joked about is a small price to him to make his kids happy (this one was inspired by a vine if you want to see it, here's the link)

-picks out the BEST outfits for his kids on special occasions

-reads to the kids every night before bed

schedules family movie nights, board game nights, crafting nights, etc. since he can be busy pretty often so it's a nice way to have some family bonding time

-waits by them while they do homework to make sure they do it right and complete every single question

-has definitely said “no dessert until you eat dinner” way too many times to count

[lovevxle]

Could you do Vassago x reader hcs?

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~Vassago x gn!Reader Hcs~

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Vassago who... LOVES. calling you sweet little Spanish pet names.

"C'mere mi amorr~"

"Ay que linda/lindo mi preciosa/precioso~"

Vassago who... gets mad when you steal his lil yellow tint glasses but secretly loves seeing you wearing his things.

Vassago who... Loves matching outfits with you! Color scheme, outfit type, anything. (especially on dates)

Vassago who... Isn't a real touchy person but enjoys hand holding<3

Vassago who... Will start an argument or fight with ANYONE who tries to insult/belittle you. (doesn't matter who, no ones safe)

Vassago who... Is always a "ask consent before doing anything" type of person. He'll never do anything you're not comfy with.

Vassago who... Isn't really a sex type of guy (asexual possibly?) You would never make him do anything because of your urges, simply making out could help. (COMPLAIN TO THE WALL HORNY BITCHES, HE DONT SEEM FREAKY DEEKY)

Vassago who... Is a gardenerrr! He'll love to get dirty (not like that💀-) and plant flowers and cute things in the backyard. (he also likes putting the flowers in your hair<3)

Vassago who... In general is the cutest towards you and would do anything to keep you happy. Sick? Already at the store grabbing everything you need to get better. Feeling depresso? He's got your favorite movies, shows, and a nice set up at the couch to keep you cozy and make you feel better :)

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A/n: YES IK THIS WAS SHORT ASF. Motivation is the hardest to find when the winter depression is killing my spirit😭 Requests will be back open and I'll try to get more stuff out either right before or a bit after New Years. Happy holidays! (yes my drafts have been overflowing bc of requests and crazy ass ideas)

-Val🎄⛄

[vikkirosko]

Hello, I would like Fizz, Vassago, Stolas and Ozzie with a fem s/o who wears a mask because she thinks she's ugly, but one day they see her face and it's the most beautiful thing in the world. Thanks 💝

Headcanons Mask

🦉 Stolas x fem!Reader🎩

All the time that you and Stolas were together, he felt happy and loved. You had no secrets from each other, but there was something he didn't understand. He didn't understand why you were wearing a mask all the time. When you first met, he was sure it was just your style. But you've never taken off your mask in front of him before, and you've never talked about it. It bothered him. He knew that it was just a mask and not your face, and there definitely had to be a reason why you were hiding your face. Stolas was hoping that you would talk about it yourself at some point, but that didn't happen, so he decided to ask you about it himself

When he asked you a question, you tensed up. It was obviously a difficult topic for you, but you still sighed heavily. Stolas hastened to convince you that he understands that it can be difficult and if you are not ready, he will understand everything, but you interrupted him, saying that you really should have told him everything a long time ago. You confessed to him that you were wearing a mask for a reason, but because you were hiding your ugly face behind it. You waited for his reaction with obvious apprehension, but Stolas gently took your palms in his and said that he didn't care what your face looked like. He loved you and was ready to accept you at any cost. He told you that he would like to see your face, but he would understand if you didn't want to take off the mask in front of him. His words came as a surprise to you. You wanted to trust him and his words, so you gently released your palms and reached for your mask

He expected to see anything, but your face turned out to be completely different from what he expected. You were beautiful. You were more beautiful than many people he had met in his life. But for some reason, you thought your face was ugly. You sat with your eyes downcast, waiting for his reaction. But instead of words, he took your face in his hands and began to leave short kisses on your skin, smiling. It was the first time he saw a blush appear on your cheeks. After a few kisses, he whispered to you that you were beautiful, that you were more beautiful than many he had seen in Hell and beyond. His words made you cry. Stolas was the first one to say such words to you

Stolas didn't know why you thought your face was ugly, but he hoped he could help you feel more confident. He knew what it was like to feel insecure, and that's why he sincerely wanted to help you. You were beautiful both externally and internally, and he managed to get to know it very well. Maybe someday, you could take off your mask and never put it on again

🦜 Vassago x fem!Reader⭐️

Vassago was really happy with you. You've known each other for a long time, and he knew very well that you were kind, attentive, and sincere. But there was something he didn't know. He didn't know why you were hiding your face behind a mask all the time. You were wearing it before you met her and never answered why you were wearing it. It was your secret, and Vassago respected your desire to keep the truth a secret. Even when you started dating, he remained silent, waiting for you to tell him the reason why you hid your face from everyone. He wanted you to feel comfortable around him, and if you weren't ready to tell him about it, he was ready to keep quiet about it

At some point, you told him that you needed to talk. Vassago felt worried, but when you said that there was something you should have told him a long time ago, he felt surprisingly calm. You told him about why you were wearing a mask. According to you, you had an ugly face and you didn't want to scare others with it, including Vassago. Looking at you, it was hard for him to believe your words. It was hard for him to believe that anything about you could scare or push him away. Seeing the misunderstanding on his face, you heaved a sigh and said that you could show him exactly what you meant. Vassago, seeing that you were uncomfortable with your own suggestion, wanted to stop you, but you beat him to it by taking off your mask

Your face was completely different from what he imagined. Your face was beautiful. Vassago didn't understand how anyone could call you ugly, and even more so, he didn't understand why you decided that yourself. He smiled at you tenderly and told you that you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. You quietly started to mumble a denial of his words, but Vassago interrupted you and asked if you could not wear a mask at least when you were alone. His sincere request surprised you, but you simply couldn't refuse it

He hoped that over time you would be able to believe that you are beautiful. Vassago often told you about your beauty so that you wouldn't forget that thought and start believing again that your face was ugly. Perhaps one day you would become so confident in yourself that you would stop wearing a mask altogether and be able to show others your true face without being afraid of anything

🐓 Asmodeus x fem!Reader 💕

Asmodeus enjoyed spending time with you. You were special to him, and he didn't hide it. Many people didn't understand what exactly he saw in you. No one has even seen your face, because you've been wearing a mask all the time. Many people were sure that he knew what you were hiding under the mask, but that wasn't the case. Even Ozzie didn't see your face, even though you were dating. Shortly after you met him, you indicated to him that it was very personal, which you would like to keep to yourself. He understood that and didn't ask you any questions. But when you started dating, his mind was increasingly wondering what exactly you were hiding. Ozzie didn't ask you, realizing that it was something personal for you, but you also realized that you couldn't hide the truth anymore

On one of the quiet evenings that you spent together, you told him that you had been together for a long time and you wanted to tell him why you were wearing a mask all the time. As it turned out, the reason was that you had an ugly face. At least that's what you said. You were so sure of this that you didn't take off your mask for a very long time, except when you were alone. Your words have seriously disturbed him. Asmodeus couldn't figure out who had convinced you at some point that your face was ugly, but he could hardly believe it. That's why he asked you for permission to take off your mask himself. You started to worry a lot because of his request, but you nodded anyway, closing your eyes. Ozzie reached for your mask and gently began to take it off, giving you the opportunity to stop him at any moment

When he took off your mask, he saw that ugly was the last word that could be called your face. It was beautiful. You were obviously nervous, not daring to open your eyes, but you did it as soon as you felt a light touch on your lips. Ozzie left a light kiss on your lips and smiled at you, stroking your cheek. You looked at him uncertainly, not knowing what to do now, but he beat you to it, saying that you were beautiful. It was a fact he wasn't going to let you dispute. It's the first time you've been called beautiful after so many years of thinking you were ugly. But you knew that Asmodeus wouldn't lie to you about it. He was really telling you the truth, even if it was hard for you to believe

It was hard for you to believe that you were really beautiful, but Ozzie kept telling you that. He really thought you were beautiful and wanted you to see your beauty too. He knew perfectly well that it would take time, because it wasn't so easy to deal with a thought that was firmly rooted in your head, but he wasn't going to give up

🎪 Fizzarolli x fem!Reader 💟

Fizzarolli was seriously injured at the time and has been hiding his old wounds behind makeup and costumes ever since. But he didn't know the reason why you hid your face behind a mask. He understood that this might be too difficult a topic for you, so he didn't ask you about your mask. He just accepted it as a part of you. He was also embarrassed to show you how he looked without makeup, so he assumed you had a similar reason. But when he became more open and began to appear more often in front of you in his natural form, you began to feel anxious, because you continued to hide under the mask. That's why you decided to take a bold step

When you both had the day off, you said you needed to talk about something. You told him that you would like to explain to him why you were wearing a mask. Fizz was looking at you intently, waiting for you to continue. You told him that the main reason you were wearing a mask was because you had an ugly face. You realized that compared to his reason, yours seemed ridiculous, and that made you feel especially lousy. You wanted to be as open as he was, but it was hard for you to make up your mind. That's why he suggested that you try to start small, namely to take off your mask in front of him, because he would never judge you for your appearance

When you took off your mask, Fizz froze. You thought it was because he was scared of your face, but it wasn't. Your face was beautiful and Fizzarolli saw it. He was surprised that you genuinely thought your face was scary. Maybe other people convinced you of this, or maybe you decided to do it yourself for some reason, but the fact remained. Your face was very beautiful and Fizzarolli was quick to tell you about it, causing a bright blush on your cheeks

He wanted to help you feel more confident. Perhaps by gradually expanding the boundaries. He hoped that over time you would become more confident in yourself and would finally be able to see yourself the way Fizzarolli saw you. It would have taken time, but he was able to feel confident himself, and now he was going to help you feel confident and beautiful too

[leds-fic-writings]

Oooh!!! Requests are open, let's go!!! If I could get hc's with Vassago with a reader who acts more stoic, serious, but deep down is a very passionate, loving, romantic sweetheart type of person. Like the reader has been through some things and it has shaped them into being what they are.

Ok ok ok I love this one so much

Sorry if this doesn't sound super professional, it Low-key js turned into me yapping abt this fella

<3 <3 <3

I imagine at first he's mildly off put by your stoicism

As you two eventually become better acquainted this would shift to curiosity

He would probably reach out to a close friend of yours, or your sibling/cousin to learn about your past

To think you were raised to not show yourself as you were, he found it incredibly sad

He becomes determined to get closer to you

As you become friends he sees more and more of you shining through

In my opinion you fall first, he falls WAY HARDER

He sees the real you and he is so in love it hurts him

He asks you to be his partner and you obviously say yes

I imagine once you start dating is when you fully open up

He is instantly overjoyed by all the affections and sweet words seeing how you truly feel makes him so happy

loves when you get all sappy with him, when profess your love with such passion he is elated

Definitely matches your energy so when you're being sweet and praising him or being flirty expect it right back at you

Makes it a point to never make you feel like you have to hide your feelings again

If you know another language, cue the two of you flirting back in forth in said language and Spanish

[dxnutsfp]

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✦ ── ᎓ 𝗗𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘀𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘀

𝘃𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗿

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[self-indulgent-devils]

Can you do headcanons for Vassago from Helluva Boss x male! reader who's the anthropomorphic personification/King/Lord of Death himself and the Angel of Death, but he's super sweet and loving and a complete cinnamon roll?

I most certainly can! (This is true with every character I write, but oh I have a soft spot for this boy. He's so cute.)

❤️Vassago x Male!Reader of Death Headcanons❤️

❤️ There were plenty of unique demons in hell. From hellborns to sinners, and Vassago had met plenty of them himself. Then he met this one that was the Angel of Death, an incarnate of death itself. Hearing any divine being of death, it brings a certain image to the mind. One hard and edgy, cold and serious, or even just the type to send a shiver down your spine. Well imagine Vassago's surprise when this very being of personified death was...anything but.

❤️ He had simply run into this king of death as part of his royal duties. He was one of the many divine beings that Vassago would interact with. Vassago hadn't know too much about this sweet gentleman. So when Vassago has heard that he was the Angel of Death, it had certainly surprised him.

❤️ There had been many divine beings over the millenia associated with death. Vassago hadn't met very many. So this being the first one he had met caught him a bit off guard. Especially considering how...precious this Lord of Death was.

❤️ That adorable charm almost instantly captured Vassago's heart. Even if he hadn't realized how deeply he felt for you, his attention had certainly been caught.

❤️ Vassago had many lovers over the years, but this one was unique. Being a Goetia attracted a certain type of lover. Those being either elites themselves or even many that cared more for the status of dating a Goetia than actually caring for dating Vassago. Love like what Ozzie and Stolas had was not exactly too common. So when Vassago met this beautiful man and you turned out to be this absolute ball of sweetness and love, Vassago instantly became hooked.

❤️ He chatted with you that night he had met you and asked for your phone number. It was a bold move in his mind, but he didn't mind it. And besides, he would much rather message you than anyone else.

❤️ Vassago would absolutely fall in love with your title. Not because it made you powerful, he couldn't give a shit if his lover was powerful or powerless. No. He loved it because he could brag his boyfriend was death itself and then when people meet you, they just have this sweet little guy that's an absolute cinnamon roll.

❤️ Vassago loves the sweet types. Loving, sweet, caring, precious. It was easu to know he was loved and to express love. Vassago is a very affectionate man and never one to dance around how he feels or try to act as if he's above mushy gushy feelings. So having a sweet boyfriend like you, he loved it. It made him want to squish your cheeks.

❤️ He would also love to flex the power you have sometimes. He's definitely the type of boyfriend to brag about his boyfriend so...he would love to do that and to so casually explain he's basically dating death. Meanwhile he's just thinking of your cute ass self that he wants to go home and cuddle later.

❤️ Vassago would be pretty quick to confess honestly. Maybe not super fast, as it's always hard to share how you feel, but he's the type to take action when needed.

❤️ Vassago would melt seeing you. He'd want to spoil you. Oh you're death? No. You're his wittle precious boyfie who he's going to kiss and carry around. Spoiled. Spoiled rotten. Especially with kisses and love and hugs and anything affectionate.

❤️ He would make food for you. I can just see it. He'd love to make you lunches and stuff. Even include little notes. He just loves to show you love. How can he resist anyway when you're literally the sweetest thing alive?

❤️ Now if you confessed first, I think Vassago would break. Sweet little thing, powerful embodiment and angel of death, AND you confessed first? Hot damn. He's gonna have to wife you up and quick.

❤️ Vassago is extroverted and expressive so he will basically love to talk about you, spend time with you, have public displays of affection with you, and so on. He'd love to go out for dates too. But he's not against comfy dates at home or more intimate dates where it's just the two of you, spending time together, being in love, aesthetic mood lighting. Vassago is just the romantic type. As long as he's spending time with you, he's happy.

❤️ He would spoil you with gifts. This man will learn your interests and love you and adore you. You're his boyfriend so expect to be given many gifts. He just likes seeing the joy on your face when you receive something you like.

❤️ Yeah, you're a powerful king of death, but he would absolutely use all of his powers to defend you, protect you, whatever else. Doesn't matter if you were even more powerful than him, he's gonna protect you and take care of you. You're too pure for this world, he says as he holds you close like you're this innocent little thing. Not flat out babying you, just being the dramatic ass man that he is.

❤️ He would love to just listen to you talk. About anything. About what you're into. About what you like about him. Talking with you brings a smile to his face. He feels so full and whole when he's with you. He'd definitely love to hold your hand or be physically affectionate with you in some way as you talk.

❤️ Even aside from listening to you, he just likes engaging with you in general. Conversing over things, having silly debates, discussing different media you like, anything. You've captured his heart and your voice is everything.

❤️ If you're feeling unhappy or even insecure, he would be so quick to take care of you and reassure you. If he can help it, you would never have to feel one negative emotion. That's not possible though so he will just support you as best as he can. You're always welcome to come to him when you're scared or sad or just feeling under the weather for no reason at all.

❤️ He's never once been intimidated by your status as an embodiment of death. Even before he knew you were such a precious thing, contradicting your immense power and your intimidating title and status, he never once feared you. You were always just you to him. Never this big bad man to fear.

❤️ He fell in love with every bit of you. The way he looks at you will always show that. And finding out that you weren't just this sweet little man, but a total cinnamon roll, it broke him. In a good way. In a gay way. He has it for you bad. Cause when he sees that face, all he wants is to love you.

❤️ Doesn't matter if you're bigger than him, he will carry you. You're his beautiful mans and so he will carry you. You deserve it. You need it.

❤️ His favorite thing is just to look at your face lovingly. In bed together, stroking your hair or just having his arms around you, admiring you as you do your own thing or even rest. And he will wonder how he got so lucky to meet a man like you.

❤️ If you needed any sort of comfort, especially if you were scared or fearful of something or if some horror stuff got you if that's your cup of tea, he would be there to take care of you. Vassago would make sure you feel protected and safe. No matter how silly the fear was. Everyone has something they're scared of. Doesn't matter if they're so powerful or if they have some stereotypically "scary" role like being the Angel of Death. Everyone experiences fear. Vassago would take care of you in every way that you needed. Even if it's some silly little fear, he wouldn't once judge you. He would just focus on helping you feel safe, comforted, protected, and less scared.

❤️ If Vassago had ever been asked to envision an angel of death, he would think more like an exorcist or something otherwise serious, cold, even terrifying. He would never have imagined you all that time ago. But now he does. You're his beautiful Lord of Death. This mysterious force that comes for all and it's you, this precious man that he has found himself loving dearly. You will forever be his darling death. He wouldn't have it any other way.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Surprising Vassago by learning Spanish

Something something trope of "character A learns characters Bs language in secret to surprise them" my beloved

Notes: reader is male, reader is not a native Spanish speaker, admin does not speak Spanish but is trying his best and encourages you to correct him if any translations are inaccurate, short post

CWs: none

God... it's going to be so hard to keep it a secret from him for long enough to actually show off your progress- pretending not to understand the sweet words he says about you (to your face and to others), gossip, little sayings he reserves for Spanish... you must try to fiegn obliviousness

Hiding away your notes and practicing while he's away so you can get the pronunciations right gets hard when he's a fan of popping in unannounced to surprise you

But when you do reveal it? He's head over heels and wants to know everything- how long have you been practicing? How far along are you? Will immediately jump into speaking Spanish out of excitement (and to scope out how fluent you are)

You don't even need to show off anything massive- slip in a "mi vida" or a "Te quiero"

It's so... small- modest and inconspicuous- but it rings deep in Vassago because that tells him in an instant that you've spent even just a tiny bit of your time to try to impress him

More than open to help you continue to learn the language as well

[voxslays]

MORE SATAN HEADCANNONS

Part one here Part three here

Sheds a LOT. You will find random pieces of old/dead skin and scales of his just lying around, ew. You really need to get him to pick this up! This is just ridiculous at this point, like seriously Satan? Which brings me to my next point-

Lots of couples therapy. This man loves you more than hell itself—more than anything—but there are certain things you do that make him tick, and it’s the same with you. Expect fights about the most minor things and topics, especially with his anger issues. Sometimes, not even Yogirt can stop the two of you fighting. (Seriously, the poor man doesn’t get paid enough for this!)

You two are totally a gym couple. You lift weights, run track, do yoga—which was yogirt’s idea ofc—etc. When you two aren’t at the gym (or court), you are either relaxing or helping Satan come up with workout plans for both himself, and his workout app. It’s also extremely hard to pull him away from the gym equipment.

Thanks to Yogirt, he is a zodiac girlie. He is an ares rising, completely into meditating crystals, chakras, moodboards, yoga, and listens to asmr and muckbangs to fall asleep. Nobody can convince me otherwise.

[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.

[jadeverse-asks]

Can you do general romantic relationship hcs with Vassago x male! reader?

Sure can! I love this red parrot boi and gonna do my best to help the simp community despite not really being a part of this fandom/show lol

Vassago x Male!Reader headcanons! (subject to change once more episodes come out btw)

• As an established member of the Goetia community, Vassago sadly isn't always free due to his royal duties, but he is absolutely sure to make you feel wanted whenever he comes home!

• This includes nestling his feathery head on your head (or neck if you're taller than him), and speaking of which give his neck a rub and he absolutely melts even further-

"Ohhh eso es muy bonito, thank you love..."

• He tends to stare at and admire you a lot during cuddling sessions. Though if he knows he's making you too uncomfortable, he'll gladly stop.

• He can fluff up like Stolas if he's happy enough with your attention, though his tail's known to wag >3

• He tries his best not to let you get involved with the rest of the Goetias, since he knows you're not ready for that kind of thing yet

• He might gift you small tiny stars to hold if he's in a good enough mood, and while he hasn't figured out how to keep them from vanishing right after he still loves the smile you make everytime he does it :3

"This is for you, I know I haven't always been present and- oh amar you're laughing? I suppose that's good enough then~!"

(btw I used real life parrot facts for like half of these, hope you don't mind lol-)

[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