#hell ember x reader

leo beck (hell ember) nsfw headcanons

Hastur, Leo Beck and Joseph with a reader who is pinning after them

Leo Beck || Hell Ember

now usually Leo expects that if someone was interested in him, it would be him giving them the gifts as it is customary to do in situations of courtship, however, he was not expecting for himself to be receiving these gifts.

the day they started showing up at his door, he was confused, a little wary, and didn't open the first few for a few days thinking that they were tricks from one of the other hunters, though when he finally got the courage to open up one, it was adorable. A small stuffed bear holding a heart.

after the first one, he opened the rest, finding them to be more adorable than the last, and more kept coming, his shelves in his room eventually filling up with more cute things that his admirer was sending him.

sure he was curious about who was sending them, but he didn't want to pressure them to reveal themselves - well, that was until one day as he was on the way back from helping Joker fix his leg, he saw you.

the moment you had noticed him noticing you, you had almost completely flown down the hall before Leo could even get a word out, but yet you had left one of those little gifts that he knew only could belong to one type of person; the person that had been admiring him from afar.

and thus the games begin, as soon enough you yourself found yourself now receiving gifts as well as giving them, as Leo wasn't the type to not reciprocate gifts when he could.

and then the flirting began, and Leo was not prepared.

being confronted with roses and being told how handsome he was, being invited to dance all of a sudden - it frankly made him flush red whenever it would had never happen in his time, and yet here he was, being so flushed and red.

and dare say, he fell, and he fell hard.

Hastur || The Feaster

a god never really had the chance to seek love, being so busy with building their own churches of people that would do anything for them, but this sort of worship... it was different.

compared to the others, the god in yellow knew straight away who his little admirer was, as frankly it wasn't that very hard to figure it out when your scent was all over the gift box and the things inside - it smelt vile to him, but yet then again, most humans did to his immortal nose.

though he kept the gifts, storing them who knows where in his yellow robes as they continued to show up at his door, sometimes even at the place where he would sit for dinner they would show up.

though he would've much preferred a fresh human or animal sacrifice, he must admit that at least he was being worshipped.

though what were these lines that the human was sprouting to him?

"They're trying to flirt with you, you overgrown calamari." Burke would say to the god whenever Hastur would ask a question, Burke being the closest thing to a human within the hunter side of the manor, "they like you."

"as a follower?" Hastur didn't exactly understand.

even if he didn't exactly understand the concept of human emotion, you had to admit, being able to ride on his shoulders was something new and exciting, especially since he wasn't attempting to throw you off.

Joseph || The Photographer

similar to Leo, the photographer had been taken aback when presents suddenly started appearing at his doorstep, especially since he preferred the company of himself in the moments he didn't have to talk to other people.

but there was something tender about the little care package that had been left in front of his door that had made the usually prideful and egotistical nobleman's heart melt, especially when he saw the love and care that had been put into it to make it themed after cameras and blue.

but you must remember that Joseph figured out the ways of how to freeze and preserve a moment in time, so he most likely will use it against the secret admirer, and thus he began to take notes of anything similar between events that could help him figure out who it was the next few times this happened.

the presents would arrive at midday sharp, a soft knock on the door, and by the time he would've gotten to his door, the person would be gone - and the next time that the time arrived, the flash of a camera within Joseph's room caught you off guard, causing you to rub your eyes as you attempted to get your bearings.

"Ah, there you are." Being a native french speaker, Joseph's accent was incredibly thick as he spoke, though he didn't stand in front of you- he was behind you. He fingernails gently grazed your cheek as he held your chin, keeping you still.

"I should've taken your most risque courting tactics as a clue of whom was leaving these gifts." He hummed, though as his finger tapped against your cheek, you couldn't help but gulp.

"You've impressed me. But can you court me all the way?"