#faust headcanons

I could see Faust being really good at making sure you’re comfy and have everything you need while you’re on your period. 

He gets a little freaked out when you’re in pain, so the first time you have your period around him, if your cramps are bad enough that you're visibly wincing or bedridden, he’d treat you like you were made of glass and dote on you all day. 

He’d make sure you have all your favourite snacks and would literally feed them to you if you asked or looked particularly pained. The kettle would be going 24/7, ready to make you tea and refill your hot water bottle the second it starts to cool down, even a little. 

This man will do anything you want while you’re on your period. You want to lie on top of him all day while he plays with your hair or rubs your back? He’s on it. Want him to leave you alone? Sure, but he’ll leave the door open a crack so he can check on you periodically throughout the day. Wanna watch a movie he hates? ‘Alright Angel. Whatever you want.’

If you wanted to, he’d 100% be down for period sex. I think he’d be into it, but would be a little afraid to ask, so you’d have to initiate. He’s got a thing for blood, but doesn’t know how to tell you, and fucking you on your period is as close to it as he can get without proposing something a hell of a lot kinkier. 

Even when you’re not on your period, Faust would love running you a nice hot bath and washing your hair for you while you relax. He would try to make it extra special when you’re feeling shitty and would pull out all the stops. Bubble bath, candles, Epsom salts, he’s got it all stashed away so he can help you unwind and soak away the discomfort. 

Elphelt Valentine

Elphelt would be so excited for you.

She immediately notices how you're a lot happier, how everything just seems to come more naturally.. She's experienced something similar (I mean, a line in her theme is literally "I know who I am, I was just a little lost")

Shopping trips!! She's happy to go shopping with you for new clothes, and hypes you up the entire time.

Overall supportive of whatever you choose to do to affirm yourself.

She's your biggest hype woman, basically.

Faust

Extremely grateful for your trust in him.

Well, if you need anything medical done, he's your guy.

Estrogen? He's writing your prescription for you. Testosterone? If you choose to take it through shots, he insists on doing those for you.

Any surgeries you want? Well shit, consider that a date night!

Very emotionally supportive, and also very physically caring. With anything you want done, he's making sure everything heals just right.

Anji Mito

Kind of nosy, and wants to know everything about your experience thus far.

Glad you told him, and assures you that he loves you no matter what.

Talking to him about gender probably makes him question his gender a bit. (Is that just me headcanoning? Uhm. Anyway. Who said that.)

Looks into anything he can offer to support you. Asks you about all your preferences, and takes note of them with interest.

When you first start dating, Faust would be so interested if you offhandedly mentioned that you dabbled with witchcraft, as if it were no big deal. He’d have so many questions and would hang onto your every word, entranced by your knowledge of all the herbs and tinctures, and the sheer amount of candles you kept in your small apartment. 

They were all things he’d seen around and hadn’t spared a second glance when he’d been over before. He might reach out to touch something, and you'd have to gently redirect his hand, explaining that he really shouldn’t ever be touching any of it. Some things were sacred and others were straight up dangerous. 

Once you tell him, a lot of stuff starts to make sense to him. Not everything had stuck out as weird initially, but Faust thought back on every interaction you’d ever had and found bits and pieces falling into place. 

Like how wherever you went, you seemed to attract stray cats and crows, never bothered by their presence when the two of you were walking hand in hand down the street. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but it was certainly strange. The salt lines in the doorways and the way you mutter to yourself sometimes, too low for him to hear. Or the way that you always seemed to know that something bad was going to happen before it did. He’d chalked it up to you having good judgment when it came to gut feelings, but now, he understood that it ran a little deeper…

One of Faust's first questions would be whether or not you’d ever cast a spell on him or anything. You’d tell him that no, you wouldn’t do that to him without asking first. You don’t fuck around with love, it goes against everything you were taught and that those kinds of spells rarely came without some kind of unexpected consequence.  

He would absolutely beg you to do one in front of him, half expecting some green glowing cauldron instead of a little jar filled with rocks and herbs. He’d watched you light a match and let the smoke curl into the empty glass bottle before filling it with herbs and little rocks, with a furrowed brow. You weren’t chanting or waving a magic wand. You just sealed it with wax and pressed it into his palm when you were finished and told him to keep it in his pocket. 

“What is it?” 

“A protection jar.” 

“What does it do?” 

“Keeps bad energy away.” 

He wouldn’t get it, but he’d shove it in his leather jacket pocket anyway. When he goes in for his shift at Helvete the next day, Faust would wonder why Varg seemed to be avoiding him and staying on the opposite side of the store when he stopped in. He’d mention it when he came over later, hopping up on the counter while you’re making dinner. 

“It’s the jar.” 

“The Jar?” 

“That boy’s energy is rotten. Trust me, you don’t want him anywhere near you.” 

He’d quickly learn not to argue when you made statements like this. You were never wrong, and when he’d left the jar at home one day, Varg was back to standing behind the counter. It was creepy.

Faust woud bring you random shit all the time. Weeds sticking out between sidewalk cracks, abnormal-looking rocks, anything that looks even remotely witchy, he’ll bring home to you. You can’t use half of it, but you’d find it sweet anyway.

He would be so eager to help. You need a lock of someone’s hair? He’ll get it. He won’t tell you how, but he’ll get it. Need him to go grab you some jars in the middle of the night? He's on it.

If you gave him a vial of your blood woven into a necklace, he would eagerly do the same for you so that you could each have a piece of the other whenever you were apart. You’d both wear them constantly, keeping them close to your hearts at all times. 

I don't think that the goth scene in Norway in the 90s was very prominent, if there even was one at all. So, I think you’d be the first goth person that Faust has ever seen. He’d be confused at first, unsure if you were a part of some metal subgenre that he’d never heard of. He’d never seen anyone dressed like you before, but he’d be completely love-struck.

Faust would be intimidated by you, likely to the point where he would struggle to approach you on his own. He would either need a good push or for someone else to make the introduction. 

This man would be so distracted by your makeup that you’d notice and comment on it. He’d be tripping over himself to explain that he thought it was cool and that he’d never seen anything like it. He’d ask you what your deal is, and you’d have to spend an hour explaining it to him. 

Once you start seeing Faust, you’d show him Goth music, and I honestly think he’d like it, or at least something that’s a combination of both your favourite music genres, like doom metal. I don’t see him being nearly as rigid about music as Euronymous. 

If you asked Faust to help you with your corsets, he’d be a bit of a wimp about it. He’d be scared of hurting you and wouldn’t want to pull it too tight. ‘I can’t pull it tighter, I’ll break your ribs!’ You’d roll your eyes and insist that no, he wouldn’t, but you’d end up using your bedpost or something to do it yourself while he watches, grimacing as if he’s waiting for you to collapse.

Despite being slightly afraid of your corsets, he would love the way they look on you and is very much obsessed with your intricate outfits, even if they meant that he’d be sitting around for over an hour every time you’re getting ready to go out together. He’ll happily sit there and watch you do your makeup and help you with your jewelry.

I think that the two of you would look so good together. You’d always be matching, dressed in all black everything, and when you weren’t and you had a bit of red or purple in your outfit, Faust would let you go through all his t-shirts and find one with a band logo that matches. He would love matching, too. The first time you bring it up, he’d get this goofy smile on his face because you liked him so much that you wanted it to be painfully obvious to every person who saw you that you were together. 

Faust would have such a hard time asking you to be his girlfriend that he might just never actually do it. He’d never correct anyone when they assumed that you were his girlfriend, because as far as he was concerned, you were. When he talks about you, he always refers to you as his girl. This will eventually come to a point where everyone but you knows that you’re his girlfriend, and you’ll find yourself having to outright ask. He’ll look at you like you're crazy, maybe with an undertone of panic, and tell you that, of course, you’re his girlfriend. Aren’t you? You’ll breathe your sigh of relief and peck him on the cheek, nodding happily, and he’ll noticeably relax, pulling you into his chest. 

This man would take you to work with him every day if your schedule permits. It would probably drive Øystein a little crazy until he realizes that you pretty much work there too, and he’s getting free labour out of you whenever you jump in and help the customers since you’re there enough to know where everything is. 

If he had it his way, you wouldn’t even have a job. You’d just let him take care of you so that you were free to spend all of your time with him. 

The two of you watch a lot of movies. Between the slow hours of the day in Helvete and the hours you spend curled up on the couch most nights, you’re easily averaging two a day. Whether or not the two of you are actually paying attention to the movies playing on the TV is up for debate, since you spend most of your time together kissing or muttering to eachother about any and everything. If this weren’t the case, you’d have run out of movies to watch after the first month together, but you keep a rotation of films that take you a good three or four watches to actually watch in their entirety.

Faust would jump at the first chance to move in with you. He was living with his parents when the two of you met, and while he spent most nights at Helvete sleeping on the futon tucked behind the counter, he longed for a place that actually felt like his. He couldn’t take you to sleep over at his family's house or the grimy store where he spent most of his time, so he started staying in your apartment the second you suggested it and would probably insist on paying the rent in its entirety, even if it left him completely broke. 

Loves cuddling but would never admit it out loud. When you try and get out of bed, either to wake up in the morning or to get up in the middle of the night for anything, he’ll pull you into his chest and wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck or hair, muttering tiredly asking where you’re going. It would be so hard to peel yourself out of the warm cocoon of bedding and limbs every morning unless you both have to get up. Even then, you’re hanging off of eachother while you get ready and eat breakfast, not quite ready to give up the warmth, especially in the colder months.