Hey, welcome to this stupid little blog! You can call me Nymphie, and I'm rebranding a little to refresh my pallet and enjoy writing here again. On this blog I'll be writing for a pre-selected set of characters and on the side you may notice a smidge of thirst for my handsome, stupid as a brick, adorably lovable husband Adam, first man and first to my heart. I'll keep it on the downlow and tag it appropriately.
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Requests are currently: open!
I only have a handful of rules but I ask you to follow them closely, please.
1). This one is probably the biggest - I'll write soft NSFW at most. This means discussions of sex, references to sex or for example, what a character may want from a partner sexually. However I will not write smut; it's not that I'm against smut, I just need more personal practice. This could change someday though, and if it does I'll edit this.
2). Keep triggering topics to a low-key level. I am not against discussing triggering topics, I encourage it! However I'm human, meaning I can also be triggered by certain things I won't list for mine and everyone else's safety, so if you'd like to request something potentially triggering I ask that you do so gently and with respect. Otherwise your request will be deleted.
3). As previously stated I write for five (5) pre-determined characters, alongside of course, continuing the Nixie's Niffty Army multi-arc AU thingie featuring my OC, Nixie. Aside from Nixie's Niffty Army, I exclusively write for: Adam, Alastor, Charlie, Lucifer and Vox. I'll write for all five characters at once if you'd like but know that it'll take more time to write.
And that's it for the rules. They're simple but I ask that you follow them please!
That's all I have for this post, I hope you'll all enjoy my work from here on, and I look forward to receiving requests!
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I wonder which one of the Nifftys in that Alastor gruncle post had the child?
Hmm. The original Niffty is a Sinner, and therefore unable to have a biological baby in Hell. So we can reasonably assume one of three things:
1). There's potential that every Niffty clone, being made artificially, is able to have a child. Therefore if we went with this theory, I'd assume it's a Niffty who's responsible enough to actually have a baby to begin with. I'll design each individual Niffty someday, but not now. I'll go ahead and assign her as #32 for now though!
2). This one is pretty stupid tbh, and I'm likely not going to run with it, but hear me out anyway. Nixie somehow obtained a Hellborn child that either does or doesn't closely resemble Niffty, and she gave it to Niffty #32 because she felt that specific Niffty deserves a baby. Perhaps that Niffty is fond of children and wanted one, couldn't have one, and begged Nixie for one. Don't ask me how Nixie got this baby, I don't even know.
3). Baxter and the original Niffty had an idea. No, they didn't fuck, get your head out of the gutter; rather, they made a brand-new baby using the same technology they used to make the Niffty Army, perhaps with some changes to the settings and some of the smaller tech, so as not to just make a baby Niffty.
I don't know if anyone would care for the Grunkle Alastor headxanons to be integrated as an ongoing series (if it did I'd do my best to keep it going), but if you're interested in that, tell me in the comments, and include which of these theories you like the most! Of course if you've got your own idea(s), please tell me, I love hearing my readers' thoughts! Either way, if this gets enough interaction, I'll run a poll with options for the running reason behind Niffty #32 having/receiving the baby (you!) and go from there with story elements. Thanks! -Nymphie
Alastor being a grunkle (uncle and grandpa) to nifty baby child y/n
A/N: omg this is such a cute ask!! Alastor as an older family member to a young reader is a trope I will never tire of. I chose to cover from baby years to adulthood, I figured that would be fun for readers to come up with their own ideas expanding on what I wrote.
Enjoy!
Alastor
- This poor, sweet, homicidal example of a man thinks he is without a heart, he cares for nothing and no one, and he will never falter in that notion. Then Niffty brings a baby into the Hotel (this can happen however you'd like it to). One week later and this man is absolutely whipped for that baby - you!
- At first, when you're incapable of forming and expressing any thoughts beyond food, nap and asking for your mama, Alastor is surprisingly tolerant of you. Sure you cry a lot, make messes that Niffty cleans meticulously because she loves you, and you have this odd obsession with gently tugging on and even teething on his ears and antlers but honestly, considering the Staff + Sinners + the King he refuses to regard by his name, you're by far the easiest to put up with. He'll refuse to admit it, but he finds you rather cute - adorable, even!
- As a toddler growing into a child he never loses his fascination with you. It's been many a decade since he's been graced with the presence and love of a child. He's uncertain as to if he'd ever want to adopt one himself but for now, Niffty's little baby is plenty for him. He always describes himself to you as your family, however when you asked how you were related he was unsure what to call himself. For a while you both bounced between Uncle and Grandpa, seeing as his relationship with Niffty is unclear. One day you came up with the genius term of Grunkle, mixing the two flawlessly. He loves it and will happily call himself your Grunkle Alastor.
- Your teen years are very defining. If you identify as a boy, he'll be your best role model; he'll teach you courtesy, manners and cunning to make you a bright, smart young man. However if you identify as a girl, he turns you to Rosie for help developing into a young woman; he doesn't interfere much, allowing you to grow into yourself under her wing and she shapes you into a polite, modest young lady who isn't afraid to put someone in their place, something you've done to every Staff member, Alastor himself and even Lucifer once. That shit was for the history books.
- Once you develop an interest in dating and romance it's over for him. He's ruined. He's terrified someone will hurt you and wants to keep you safe with him, but a few chats between himself and other Staff including Niffty, and eventually with you, proves that you're smart and emotionally mature enough to risk that chance, and you'll be okay because you have Niffty and him to comfort you should a romantic experience go sour. When it inevitably does, Alastor and Niffty make a terrifying combo and suddenly your ex is no longer sending you texts begging for you back after you've decided you're over him/her/them. If you were involved with an Overlord at this time, expect territory to be up for grabs very soon.
- Finally, once you reach adulthood it's bittersweet. Alastor is so proud of how much you've grown and who you've become, he almost can't believe the adult standing in front of him was once the same babbling tiny creature who gnawed on his antlers until they were bare. He will always be your Grunkle Alastor, and will always be a threatening force in your corner to scare away anyone who may want to hurt you. Of course you're an adult now, and you have to learn to defend and protect yourself; but he will always be right there if you need his help and anyone who drives you to that point will wish they had never been born. Not like it would matter though, their suffering by his hand won't take long.
Somebody would have to really convince Nixie to let her gremlin army on live radio with their own show. I can see two options for this: one, Nixie designs a fake radio show that doesn't go on air so the Niffties can play around, OR someone (see: Alastor) has the bright idea of allowing them on his show in specific and letting the chaos commence.
Oh, it'd be so funny and morbid. There are three Niffties giving cleaning tips, a couple giving tips on hiding a body and then there's a random Niffty who had the idea to mix these two and provide info on how to clean evidence of a dead body that's already been disposed of.
At one point, Alastor has the grand idea of letting them put on a play, 1920's style. It has to be something listeners can follow along with only by ear, and must hold their attention. So the Niffties get a little more creative. They think hard, they brainstorm, they share ideas with one ano- okay yeah it's about two roaches who fall in love, one is psychotic and kills the other before hiding its body, the killer roach is caught and put in jail forever and the moral of the story is, "if you're gonna kill someone and hide the body, make sure it's somewhere the bugs will eat it before the cops find it!"
After maybe an hour of the Niffties fucking around on Alastor's radio show she's taking them back in literal tears and cussing out Alastor for giving them an outlet for and encouraging this behavior. He does not give a fuck what she thinks, that was hilarious to him.
What if they had a road trip through all the circles of hell?
Ooh, this would be fun for them all! ...and very chaotic.
A/N: I excluded Envy because we know nothing about that Ring other than that Leviathan rules it. I decided to do less of a road trip and more of just hopping to other Rings, but I made allusions to a road trip for the sake of keeping true to the request. Thank you for the request!
I imagine Nixie would somehow vouch for them exiting the Pride Ring; as a Hellborn she can traverse Rings and maybe she has a contact who can let this slide. The details on this aren't important though.
Exiting Pride and entering Lust, they'd each go ga-ga for the Incubi, it's a fact. They'd be chasing Incubi down the street yelling, "let me get a taste!" I'd like to imagine it would be on the news, like there's an innocent Succubus reporting something mundane and midway through the yawn fest, the camera catches a horde of Niffties chasing a poor Incubus who is screaming for his life. It would make headlines and Nixie would have to find a creative way to explain why her little baby army is on 666 News. Again. Second time this week.
After Lust is Greed. Niffties everywhere would be examining blackmail letters, dead bodies and hush money bags galore. But their true claim to fame here? Cleaning the nasty ass roads and alleys. Nixie has her hands full chasing down random Niffties trying to keep them from walking in on a drug deal or exchange of services for cash, if you catch my drift. She'd get them out of there fast, though a couple would keep a duster or cloth covered in grease from the streets of Greed as a souvenir.
Next we have Sloth. The Niffties are suspiciously calm, almost...sedated. Nixie is worried. A calm Niffty is a tampered Niffty. She'd quickly discover they broke into a hospital, mixed together pain meds mistaking them for cleaning products and somehow ingested the pain meds, and now they're all faded as fuck and Nixie has to sit on a bench and wait for them to revitalize from the sedative dose of Fentanyl, Propofol and Morphine they all somehow managed to steal unnoticed, mix together and ingest all at the same time as each other before she can lead them to the next Ring. The Niffties are no longer trusted alone around any medication, this includes Tylenol. Nixie is taking no chances.
After the Niffties have recovered from their opiate induced semi comas, they arrive in Wrath. For a while in her life this was Nixie's stomping grounds. It's pretty peaceful all things considered. Wrath is a dry, desolate wasteland so there's not much the Niffties can do to get in trouble other than annoy the hell out of Nixie. Regardless she shows them a few landmarks and places she frequented during her time spent living in Wrath. Though the Niffties are energetic to a fault and play around a lot, they surprisingly don't get into much trouble. The single time during this excursion that Nixie gets a break.
Their last trip is to Gluttony. There's partying, drugs, overeating, a whole new world to the Niffties. Nixie is not at all familiar with Gluttony so she asks for directions, all the while the Niffties eat too much, clean up too much vomit and chase any male Hellborn they see. Average Niffty Army activity. Though they do cut up and get into trouble, Nixie comes to accept that this is the Gluttony Ring and while it is over the top, it's not malicious and the Niffties aren't in danger, so she sits back and lets them have their fun before the sun begins to set low and she hauls a horde of Niffties, insisting they stay longer while yawning loud, back to the Hotel in one complete group, doing a headcount before letting them back into the Hotel so they can share their stories about their time in the other Rings, while Nixie sneaks away for a much-needed and much-deserved nap.
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I'm considering changing my username to @nymphie-writes to further separate myself from my OC, Nixie. She's not the writer; I am. Would that change be good or bad?
Hey y'all. Apologies for the absence. At some point I had to visit the ER for crippling kidney pain and while the infection hadn't reached the kidney yet, it was certainly there and it was certainly not to be trifled with. But I'm okay, I'm improving by the day and almost done with the course of antibiotics. They suck but are necessary to recovery.
Now what you're really here for: why I haven't posted jack shit for almost a month. It's a mix of that ER visit and my personal life getting busy and crowding up my time alone to a sliver. That time is spent either sleeping, or catching up with friends outside of Tumblr. Also, my birthday is coming up tomorrow. It doesn't feel like it's been a year since my last. Veteran readers will know that last year I was a nervous wreck over it, and this year is no different, I just haven't sounded off about it here. Not really the place for that. It's been a mess.
However, give me the chance to handle that and come Friday I'll answer the last ask in my Inbox and work toward being more active in both the short and long run. You're welcome to send any ideas you have now into the Inbox, but note that I won't start answering until Friday. If you have anything to say or ask that isn't a request I may answer you sooner. I write everything on mobile, so you'll have to forgive me if my writing is a little short and brief. It's harder to write lengthy headcanons and oneshots on mobile than some would think. But I'll give it my best while being reasonable with my time and energy to make sure each ask receives the same attention to detail.
That said, hope you've all been doing well. I'll see you on Friday. I know I could start on Thursday but I'll need a day to decompress. Grant me some patience and I'll reward it the best I can.
Finally, a song headcanon to give you a little something to think about until Friday. The song "Tongues and Teeth" by The Crane Wives gives me the vibe of Alastor being approached by someone (maybe reader/you?) for a romantic relationship, and the lyrics being his response. I might be grabbing for a straw or two here but, give it a listen and tell me if you agree or disagree, and why. If you'd like.
Next time you see me post here I'll be freshly 25. Thrilling. See you then.
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I had a request for Vox!! The reader is a fellow overlord whose sinner form is siren themed. She's not a vee, but she's good friends with the three of them and she and Vox are mutually pining for each other. One night, the four of them are drinking at one of Val's clubs in the VIP area and, when Y/N is obviously drunk, Velvette takes the opportunity to ask Y/N what she did to end up in hell since she hasn't told anyone.
"Oh. I seduced people who I found out were shark poachers and drowned them when they thought we were gonna fuck in the tub. Nobody fucks with sharks on my watch."
You can go wherever you want from there, but obviously Vox is even more in love with her after that. Maybe there's an overlord meeting a few days later?
I'm so late I'm so sorry 😭 I've been so busy but I finally have some time to myself, which I'm gonna dedicate to this and hopefully the other ask in my inbox. So, for this I wanted to make the reader Overlord of Activism. Hear me out - activism is portrayed in countless media, so the reader would need to be close to the literal Media Overlord to get her point across. She advocates against shark poaching right? She's a shark rights activist! She needs the TV, radio, fashion industry, etc. (maybe not the porn industry but hey if it works then it works) to get her message out. Cut for length.
TW: uhh mentions of blood, mild violence and murder
Enjoy! Also shark rights exist now. I wanted to add an epic fight scene where reader defends a shark Sinner from a pirate Sinner who poached sharks, but I'm infamously bad at fight scenes so maybe in a part two someday? I wanted to focus on exposition for this.
You slugged another shot of straight Bacardi, the rum sizzling lightly in your throat as you swallowed it, slow and hard. Your head was swimming from the effect of the alcohol and you were unusually giggly and silly. Nothing dangerous, just a little looser than usual. Valentino immediately ordered you another shot, this time demanding salt around the rim of your drink. He was good at lavishing the people he liked who weren't his employees.
Of course, Valentino would totally be after that ass if not for two things - one, you're scary as fuck and no one really knows why? Your appearance is a facade, under that sweet smile is rows of sharp teeth, jagged enough to rip muscle off bone. He's seen it done; no one in Hell survives by being afraid of a little violence, bloodshed and eventual murder. He didn't know your story though. Second, he could see how Vox eyed you up hungrily - not for sexual purposes, he recognized the look of a TV headed man who saw someone that piqued his intellectual interest and drove his heart to speed up a little...or a lot. Whether or not you were aware was beyond Valentino, nor did he really care. You were powerful and a force to be reckoned with. That, alongside Vox's begging, was enough for Valentino to want you on the side of the Vees.
After that salted Bacardi went down like nothing it was Velvette's turn. This was not at all planned, but she knew an opportunity when she saw one.
"So, (Y/N)," she began smoothly as she passed you her drink. She's not big on alcohol. "Everyone either respects you, fears you or both. But you've never been especially fierce in battle despite being an Overlord with influence. What brought you down to Hell...and why do you look like that?" She tried to hold in a scoff. "Honestly darling, you look straight out of a children's book."
Licking your lips and teeth of the salt and taking a bite of the glass cup you replied casually, despite the slur in your voice and your head physically spinning a little.
"Oh, that! See, I was always huge on sharks as a kid, and when I was an adult and learned people poached the poor things for their dorsel fins...I couldn't stand it. I lived near the ocean and made it my life's duty to coax those pieces of shit to me and I'd cut off one of their limbs when they thought we were gonna fuck on their ship! I'd either leave them to bleed out in the tub or if I felt merciful, throw em to the sharks. Either way they learned a lesson that followed them to Hell." You shrugged. "Nothing as extreme as others, but I did what I thought was necessary for my shark friends. They needed a hero, and I took up that role."
Vox, only mildly buzzed, was listening to the whole conversation. He was in awe - someone as pretty, dainty and seemingly harmless as you did all that?! He was speechless in a good way. Chuckling softly Valentino moved a free hand to close Vox's mouth.
"You'll catch flies."
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Three days later, bi-yearly Overlord Meeting. A discussion about new open territories, recently lost or retiring Overlords, plans for the next potential threat to Pentagram City, etc. everyone arrived at the behest of Carmilla, who insisted she needed to discuss something important with all Overlords. No one really cared, but came to avoid an earful for it next time they ran into her.
You were late, and Carmilla was growing impatient. In fact she was about to mark you absent and get the meeting going when doors flung open, loud gasping followed by a gag and finally, the body of some random pirate-esque Sinner lay on the floor in the opening to the Meeting room, bloody and dead. It was dragged a few feet away seconds later to be replaced with you, stepping daintily over the blood puddle and taking your seat, not a drop on your pretty clothes. "I'm here," you announced in that pretty lilt of yours that seemed to calm everyone down.
Could I please request some headcanons of Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Adam and Charlie with a reader that has a singing voice never similar to Laufey? Maybe they could walk in on the reader singing to themself “From the Start” by Laufey while being too distracted to notice anyone entering?
I'm not ashamed to admit I've been listening to Laufey consistently since literally 2020, I found her song Promise the very day it dropped, listened to it for over 24 hours straight while visiting another state in a shitty hotel room and never looked back. Is there a name for fans of her? If not I'd suggest Laufettes (if that catches on I'm coining it as mine) ANYWAY this is an adorable hecking ask and I am so happy to write for Vox and Adam bc they're both bastards that I adore
Under the cut bc this is a bit long for what I usually post!
Adam
- he's heard you sing before. Whether it was accidental or on purpose he can recognize your distinct tone in an instant.
- that said, he was approaching his office, alone for once without a specific Exterminator up his ass, exhausted. He wanted to sleep. Initially he thought he was hallucinating when he heard your recognizable voice singing but as he approached the door, he came to the conclusion you were actually singing and listened for a moment.
- "I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same...oh the burning pain, listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate. She's so perfect, blah blah blah, oh how I wish you'll wake up one day...run to me, confess your-"
- the door is busted down before you got to the chorus
- "I can't do a cool-as-shit guitar riff to that!" He complained aloud. Your face was flushed and your expression was a mix of embarrassment, shock and mild upset. Noticing this his own expression softened, removing his masked helmet and setting it on a table, approaching you.
- "you have an amazing voice as always sugar tits, and hey! I'm sure one day whoever you're singing about will come around and like you back."
- this was going to be difficult.
Alastor
- let's be real for a second, this man adores your singing. It's a mix between contemporary and retro in a way that tickles his fancy. He's listening all the time, even when you think he's not. He has his ways.
- that said, you were in the den as usual, alone. Everyone knows to leave you to your own devices when you're in the den alone, it's where you often go to think and reflect. Alastor however does not respect this rule, not that you mind. But you didn't think he'd phase into the room mid-song.
- "...and I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it, too? Confess I've loved you from the start."
- Alastor appears seemingly from thin air as you're singing, you were unaware of a particularly curious shadow observing you sing out your feelings to a certain man you didn't know was listening.
- "you have a very charming accent," he complimented as he approached your shocked form, too surprised to react yet. Brushing a strand of hair from your face he said, "I could listen to you mourn the loss of an unreturned love for centuries, my dear." He has an unusual way of expressing himself sometimes, but that's part of the reason you're doing this exact thing in his honor.
- one day he'll realize he feels like a loon, too.
Charlie
- if she knew the lyrics she'd leap into song with you and make it a huge theatrical scene the way only she can, but for this scenario we're going to assume you wrote this song yourself, and she doesn't know the lyrics.
- someone else informed her that you were singing, something you refuse to do in front of anyone. It's likely Vaggi told her, who for all intensive purposes is just a close confidant to Charlie.
- she'd stand in the doorway for a minute, listening to you sing before making herself known.
- "love is driving me a bit insane...have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today, that when I talk to-"
- "why don't you sing for us? You sound incredible!" Charlie jumped around the corner scaring the life out of you. She didn't mean to, she just got caught up in her own excitement and adoration for you, as she often does. She'd spend the next hour begging you to sing for the Hotel, either to advertise it or as a sort of concert for the Hotel Staff and Guests. Whether you'll do it or not is your choice, she'll respect "no" as a complete sentence but if you do agree to it she'll be over the moon and lose herself in preparations and planning, making sure no one can fuck it up.
Lucifer
- he was making his morning coffee in his beloved Deer Season mug, because this guy knows how to hold a grudge, when he heard a familiar melody coming from the direction of the foyer. No one was there this early, so he assumed you were singing to yourself. He'd peek around the corner and watch, not wanting to interfere with your privacy but painfully curious.
- "confess I loved you, just thinking of you...I know I've loved you, from the start."
- he's melting inside with appreciation for your vocals and how genuine you sound, and he's also immensely jealous of whoever you're singing this to in your mind. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, he was just late in hearing you utter his name mid-song.
- "you sound...incredible." He would state this like a fact everyone knows as he makes himself known. "Your voice is so pretty." You'd be a flustered mess, but he's so gentle about it in a way he only shows you. He may be clueless but he knows you're pining after someone, and the impossible thought of it being him sets his heart on fire.
Vox
- this guy...is very full of himself. He was worshipped in the TV and news industries while alive, and now in Hell he's an icon in the world of entertainment as a whole.
- so when he overheard your singing of course his first thought was, "aww, they're singing about me!!" Count your lucky stars Vox you're fucking right
- "don't you notice how I get quiet when there's no one else around? Me and you and awkward silence..."
- dude bursts through the door shouting, "we could monetize that voice! Think of the possibilities - starring roles in musical theatre if that's your thing, maybe you can be a voice actor for sexy cartoon characters, or-!" It's here that he realizes you weren't auditioning for his approval, you were crying. His face glitches a little with surprise, he's not often known someone to sing a love ballad and genuinely cry.
- "...who are you singing about?" His voice is quiet, but it's neither cold nor dangerous, it's almost...desperately hopeful? This would be a great time to confess for real, and if you did so he'd show off his hubris as a safety mechanism but welcome you with open arms, agreeing to keep it private if you wanted; at least for the time being. However if you chose to keep it to yourself you'd only be winding him tighter around your finger, waiting with baited breath for the day you fall into his arms for good.
And my OC Willow's big brother figure that saved her life several times over
(Nymphie here!)
Kicking myself for not seeing and therefore posting this earlier, it lowkey shows that I haven't looked at my inbox in a bit
Azrael is in reference to my most recent post right below this one; a personal fic I wrote that Remy convinced me to post. It didn't do well with interaction in comparison to my usual posts but that's fine, I'm glad I gave them a reason to go public with their OC because he is INCREDIBLE and I absolutely LOVE HIM and you should too
Hiiii I wrote this on the 28th and my bestie @willowaudreykeyes has convinced me to upload it because they liked it that much. Nixie belongs to me, the mysterious character Azrael belongs to @willowaudreykeyes (I'm just gonna call em Remy from now on) and fic is under cut bc sexual harassment tw, so of course be safe and don't read if that bothers you. Otherwise thanks for reading in advance (and pls don't judge my personal writing too hard)
"Here; your drink."
The soft, melodic voice and scent of hot, rich coffee snapped Azrael from his wandering thoughts and back to the present. Nixie leaned over a little, passing him a hot coffee with a warm smile. Glancing up at her and nodding in thanks he accepted the Styrofoam cup and his cold fingers relaxed as the heat from the drink seeped into his bones, soothing the seemingly endless ache of his age. He never quite felt it or thought of it but he was indeed ancient, his existence in Heaven having spanned before the dawn of humans, before the dawn of the Earth itself. Humans had their theories of how the Earth came to be and they traveled Heaven and Hell seamlessly, echoing myths and fables humans created to understand the workings of his Father, the one they called God, but ultimately it was unknown even to him how Father had come around to creating Earth. It wasn't for him to know. He just knew that humans were creative little creatures.
"Azrael."
His thoughts had begun to roam again. Coming back to the present Azrael fixed his onyx gaze on Nixie again, unsure of what she'd asked him. Before he could ask her to, she repeated herself.
"Do you want something to eat? You haven't eaten at all today...or yesterday..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. Azrael frowned; had he skipped eating again? He was little more than skin, bone and slim muscle as it was. Someday he'd be too miserably thin to even lift his scythe. Chuckling to himself at the thought he decided to appease Nixie; it seemed the Hellborn was very fond of him, and he didn't mind playing into her slightly over caring demeanor; it's just how she is and he enjoyed her antics.
On this specific outing Nixie had convinced Azrael to let her treat him to breakfast at a new cafe run by a friendly, elderly Hellhound couple and their son. He agreed for two reasons. One and most importantly, he wanted to spend time with Nixie and didn't mind her being a little overzealous over him - it's been a long time since anyone gave him this kind of attention. And two, less important but still a good reason, he'd been waiting for an opportunity to get her alone. He wanted to see how she reacted to strangers, to exciting new scenarios like this, perhaps even to him complimenting her appearance. So when he told her to look nice, he wasn't expecting her to be ready to leave wearing a pair of somewhat tight black jeans, his hoodie wrapped around her hips and tied at her lower stomach and an almost normal black shirt...if not for the diamond shape expertly sewn out of the upper torso of the shirt, exposing a criminal amount of cleavage.
This wasn't the first time Azrael had seen a woman's bosom, not his first time seeing it up close either. What was distressing was how every time she moved it appeared she was all but intentionally making her breasts the center of attention on her.
*She's just exploring her boundaries,* he told himself. *She wants to know what she's comfortable with, and she feels safe doing so with me.* Admittedly he'd rather Nixie explore herself with him than with a stranger or with no protection at all.
That was little comfort though, as she stood batting her eyelashes of her one large eye at him with a warm smile before repeating his sandwich order to herself under her breath as she moved to approach the counter and pay for the meal.
As Nixie left again Azrael relaxed a little and took another long, slow swig of his coffee. He could tell Nixie made this herself. The cream to sugar ratio was perfect and he knew the tang of the water she produced herself. It was clean, fresh and carried the taste of minerals long gone from Earth and not easily found in Heaven. It was his secret perfect coffee and he wanted it kept that way.
Azrael's gaze flitted to the side when he noticed Nixie approaching him after a few minutes, carrying his sandwich in one hand and a small bowl of something freshly cooked for herself that carried the scent of spices and fresh beef. Likely chili. Before she could make it halfway back to him though she was interrupted by a rather unpleasant comment from an Incubus who never seemed to learn manners.
"Nice tits, ma! C'mere and lemme get a feel!" Crowed a tall, well-built, stocky-framed Incubus. He was making his intentions with Nixie clear and how Azrael would approach his flirtatious friendship with Nixie going forward was suddenly going to be decided by how she handled this situation.
Was Nixie going to respond to the Incubus's advances with shared interest or was she going to reserve herself?
Nixie turned to the Incubus, blinking in surprise.
"I'm sorry?" Her voice was more of a scoff than an inquiry, she didn't take the Incubus seriously. His grin unwavering he continued to pester.
"Yeah! You got a nice rack; not too big but definitely not too small, you could do a lot with those!" Nixie turned a bright fuschia at his words and took a step away, unconsciously nearing Azrael.
"Umm...I'm not interested." She said plainly, her voice uncertain, before moving to return to Azrael's side. She didn't get far though.
"What, you think because you're a Siren you can be a prude? What kind of bitch shows off tits like those and **isn't** looking to fuck? Is this your little Envy game, making me jealous of whatever guy or bitch gets to see those with the shirt off?" Nixie visibly cringed many times throughout the racially profiling statement, especially when he mistakenly called her out as a full-blooded Siren.
"I'm...not even full Siren. I'm half-Succubus, asshole." She snapped, ears pressed to her head and a growl growing in the bottom of her chest. The Incubus's eyes widened and his tone of voice changed.
"Wait, you're a **half-breed**?!" He seemed disgusted now. "Your parents couldn't dedicate to their own species so they fucked and made a race traitor baby like you? Oh, and to think I was gonna stick my dick in you! Fuck that, half-breed bitches are always crazy, **especially** the half-Siren ones." Throwing her the double middle finger the Incubus finally left, off hunting another potential booty call and after staring at his retreating form for a moment Nixie wordlessly returned to Azrael.
Sitting down with her head lowered and bottom lip beginning to quiver she passed him the sandwich and just stared at the foam bowl she held for herself, as if uncertain if she still had an appetite after the sexual harassment she just went through, followed by being racially profiled. Azrael knew that look on Nixie's face too well; it hit deep.
Stretching his hand out to cup her fluffy cheek Azrael drifted his left thumb over her face, lightly wiping away the first tears that dripped from her eye down her soft fuzzy face. She looked up at him, her eye searching for something. Anything to reassure her. Without a second thought, already deciding he wanted to comfort her he gave in.
"You're not a whore and you're not crazy," he murmured softly. Nixie blinked at him, her expression pained, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, resting her face into his hand while closing her eye.
"Thank you," she whispered, burying her muzzle into his palm for a few minutes to cry without being seen by anyone, but mainly not being seen like this in front of Azrael.
He was patient, occasionally making a soft shushing sound or murmuring words of comfort only audibly enough for Nixie to hear. After a few solid minutes passed she calmed down and finally looked at him again, her eye wide with shame.
"What that Incubus said about it, it wasn't...it wasn't all false...Sirens are pompous and stuck-up, and females are easy to get in bed. They wear their body count like a badge of honor and plaster their possessions around like a taunt." She blinked away fresh tears.
"B-but I'm not like that, I promise! I was separated from Sirens as a whole before it became part of my personality. We aren't born that way, it's learned. And I never want to be associated with Sirens other than by physical race. I would never..." She was incapable of finishing her sentence and just sniffled. Azrael nodded his head in understanding.
Nixie didn't turn down the Incubus because he was a douchebag. She did it because the only one she wanted speaking to her in such a way....was Azrael. He knew this. She was obvious about it in the way she looked at him. It was humbling to know she'd turned down an opportunity she was written in blood to accept in turn for being honest and dedicated to Azrael. He'd never directly questioned if she would be loyal to him or not - she did so much to earn just him smile that he couldn't imagine her going after anyone else.
"I'd never think of you like that," he promised. The words 'I love you too much to do that' almost fell from his lips, but confirmation of the fuzzy feeling she gave him every time she was near wasn't exactly appropriate right now. Instead he just slid her the still hot, half-full cup of coffee and encouraged her to get a long drink to calm down, smiling at her as she took a few long gulps. Afterward he grabbed his sandwich and opened the lid to the plastic tray. It was just as he'd asked for, and glanced up to push the foam bowl of warm food toward Nixie.
"How would you feel about calling this a first date?"
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Kendra put his hellhound son to blitzo because he’s more stable but as well understand and meet his uncle and cousin loona, Barbie doesn’t know about it before the outcome
- Kendra was, obviously, broken hearted when she gave you up to Blitzo. In her eyes it was a last resort, and it had come to be. Barbie, suspected to be back on drugs, was incapable of caring for you right now and Kendra couldn't manage a growing Hellhound on her own, so she turned to the only one she knew who had the experience to raise you...her girlfriend's estranged brother.
- admittedly Blitzo didn't seem that bad of a guy to Kendra. She believed Barbie's horror stories about him but it seemed he was more mature, more grown, than she'd made him out to be. Then again they separated when their mother passed in a circus fire, so Barbie understandably didn't know Blitzo at all. So Kendra said her tearful goodbyes to you, made you promise to be good to your Uncle and cousin, and turned away. She didn't intend on calling or texting you, it would hurt too bad.
- you were still young; you questioned if your mothers Kendra and Barbie still loved you like they did when they adopted you as a pup. Barbie was never home, always out 'job hunting' which Kendra, thinking she couldn't be heard, rewrote as using drugs and Kendra herself had just left you at Blitzo's doorstep, weeping and telling you that you wouldn't see her again for a long time. Did you upset her? Did you make Barbie angry? Your little mind couldn't wrap around it, but here you were, meeting another fresh set of Imps and a fellow Hellhound who looked about 10-12 years older than you...that's not to speak of the ex-prince of the Ars Goetia.
- Blitzo was very welcoming. He introduced you to the Hellhound, Loona, as your new big sister. The Imps, Millie and Moxxie, were married and the male, Moxxie, was happy to offer to train you with weapons while Millie would teach you melee and hand-to-hand combat. That was exciting. Loona meanwhile, came off a little cold and uninterested but privately she was already fiercely protective of you, and so pleased to have a little brother to look after. She never thought she'd get to experience siblings.
- as for the ex-prince, Stolas...he was certainly friendly, and cordial. A little stiff at first but melted quickly when met with your childlike enthusiasm and non-judgemental attitude toward him for who he was and what became of him. You just thought he was friendly and cool, and you always liked owls. He was your fun sweater dad who made you intricate meals with the food Blitzo kept stocked. You'd never tried makeshift caviar before. It's always been sandwiches, cheap chips and cans of caffeine free soda. But here you are now, drinking hot cocoa at 3 am with your new dads! This was different but...it was a good different.
~Meanwhile~
- after about two weeks had passed Barbie arrived at the little apartment she called home with Kendra and...well, Kendra. She entered excitedly, holding a cup of grape soda, your favorite, and a half sandwich, calling your name. She assumed you were asleep in the middle of the day, maybe it was a Hellhound thing...until Kendra entered the living room, mascara ruined and eyes eternally tired from crying.
- "Where is the little tyke? I got him some num-nums! (YN)! Come get your-" "He's gone, Barbie." She paused, looking at Kendra in confusion before just scoffing and laughing. "Yeah, real funny Ken! Now tell me where he is, I paid good money for this." Kendra frowned at the financial comment
- Kendra unwillingly and unceremoniously took Barbie to your old room, emptied of everything but the cobwebs. Barbie stared at the now empty room sadly, involuntarily dropping the snacks in shock, and whipped around to Kendra with a blazingly angry glare.
- "Where is he?! If you let him get hurt I swear to Satan I'll-" Kendra only shook her head sadly. "He's safe. But I can't tell you where he is. You'll only go steal him, and he's happy now! He has parents that love and can raise him without one of his mothers potentially doing dope or whatever it is you're doing these days...this was for the best."
- Kendra turned and left Barbie in the doorway to your room, staring numbly where your bed once sat. She could almost see you still, playing with your toy trains and giggling while nibbling on a hotdog sandwich. She wanted to be angry with Kendra, scream and cry, swear death on her girlfriend, but...she was right. You deserved better, and perhaps this was for the best.
could i please request headcanons for rosie x fem!cannibal reader (can be either romantic or platonic) that's getting over a compulsive eating disorder and is covered in stretch marks she feels insecure about
(if you feel uncomfortable with this i completely understand and you can just ignore this request)
omg this is so sweet, I love writing for Rosie! What a great woman. Hope you enjoy!
- Rosie didn't mind that you ate compulsively at some point in time. Yes she encouraged eating well, but she understood why you chose to fight it. No eating disorder is healthy. So of course she agreed to help.
- she helps you manage your portions, you eat only at specific times and she rewards you with things other than food, like a nice piece of jewelry or perhaps a fun date, whatever tickles your fancy. She just wants to give positive reinforcement to eat right. You used to eat an entire leg in one sitting? How about instead, two pinkie fingers and a small slice of a heart? Filling, but not too much food. She's certainly struggled with eating too much in the past herself, she understands and uses her past experience to help you.
- the day you came to her expressing your unhappiness with your stretch marks, she almost cried in front of you. Certainly did cry in private but not in front of you, worried it would upset you further. She sees those stretch marks as trophies - small reminders of where you were and where you're at now. Your body remembers the days you ate like that but doesn't remind you out of malice, instead out of rejoicing. Look how far you've come! Not just anyone could make such huge strides and be able to tell the story, but you can.
- she knows you're insecure, she wishes she could change your perspective and see the beauty she sees in your body. But for now, she'll happily settle with just reminding you every day that you're beautiful and strong, and your body is something you should never be ashamed of.
