#hellhound reader

- 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."

Yandere! Beelzebub x Hellhound! Reader

Relationship headcanons (SFW)

MASTERLIST (find other fanfics here!)

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️ Some angst in the beginning. Mention of excessive alcohol and drug use. Possessive behavior and violent monologues but that’s typical for Yandere characters. Some light pet play but nothing explicit.

Cross posted to AO3!

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She was so heartbroken when Vortex broke things off. It was a very sobering experience for her. She may be very inclusive when it comes to lower life forms but she’s still a sin, just the concept of someone lower than her status to be the one to end things… it’s very humbling. It made her feel like she was less than what she is.

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with another chapter! This one is Yandere Carmilla Carmine X Hellhound male Reader headcanons and maybe more! Now let's do this! Please enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Carmilla Carmine is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Carmilla Carmine X Male Hellhound Reader- 

ofc! i am changing some things but not too different, hope you enjoy <3

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striker x f! hellhound! reader: caring about him/him caring about you HC’s

• striker has been hurt by royals many times throughout his life. so when you met him, he was very hesitant to get close to you.

• you ended up telling him that not all royals are bad, only some. you proceeded to tell him about your past and how an imp has killed your family and sold you to crimson (striker was shocked that crimson “owned” you before), and crimson made you to be an attack/guard hound. striker interrupted you by saying, “how is this supposed to help me overcoming my deep hatred for royals who has hurt me in the past?”. you proceeded to tell him, “a royal took me away from crimson and adopted me. they’re all not bad.”

• striker believed you to a certain extent, but still hated them. you asked him why, and he replied that growing up royals had degraded him and treated him like pure shit. he simply felt alone.

• “you don’t have to be alone. i’m here, even though we just met but i want you to know that it’s okay.”

• you and striker ended up coming to the same bar in the wrath ring and talked just about every day. he would say some worrisome things, and you would always be there for him.

• later on, you went over to his house to hang out one on one. not all of the things you guys talked about were sad. some of them consisted of embarrassing things that had happen when you guys were kids/teens (without the trauma part), and yes some of them did include the trauma part.

• every time you see striker show a hint of sadness you will quickly reassure him that he’s not alone and that you’ll always be here for him. if he needed a shoulder to cry on you’re here, if he needs to talk someone you’re here. he’ll say something along the lines of “i don’t want to seem weak or have pussy emotions”

• you’ll tell him, “it’s okay to have these feelings and emotions, it’s about how you go about with them and how much it’ll take over you”

• eventually you guys did start going out and dating

• from the time you met him to now, you seen a huge difference in how he thinks about himself and knowing it’s okay for him to feel alone/sad/hurt. he’s thankful that he met you and will do anything to keep you safe from crimson/and your trauma.

• speaking of your trauma, you still struggle with some things (like fighting). he was hesitant to tell you about it his job, but decided to bite the bullet and tell you. you didn’t mind, but told him that you don’t want to witness it. he 100% obliged.

• some days is better than others, and on the days where you’re afraid to go out in public because of trauma he’ll stay with you and tell you it’s okay and that this will soon pass.

Warning, Warning: This Oneshot may contain: The Loss of a Parent, Death, Blood, Angst, Exorcists being Exorcists

You have been warned! Please skip this if you’re easily triggered by the warnings that I mentioned above.

Both Odette and Clara were watching their adoptive sister while their mother was in a meeting with a client who wanted to purchase some of her weapons, their new sister was a hellhound that they and their mother stumble upon during Extermination Day, they saw her kneeling next to her mother; who had an angelic spear in her back. The Exorcists were known to attack Sinners only, but one of them killed a Hellhound, which is hellborn by default but a few seen in the pride ring are rare.

Carmilla took pity on the child as she just lost her mother and couldn’t leave her by herself, not in the open and especially not alone when the Extermination just ended. Odette brushed [Name]’s [Hair Length] [Hair Color] while avoiding her ears that were flicking as her tail was resting on the ground, Clara was checking her phone to check on orders that were getting shipped to Clients that had paid for weapons. “Mother should be back in any minute,” Clara pointed out, putting her phone away.

Carmilla and her daughters were gathering angelic spears that were left behind by the Exorcists, surely they were careful since they had been attacked before and Carmilla didn’t want to make the same mistake and put her children in danger again. They had stopped when a muffled cry caught their mother’s attention, making the older demon narrow her eyes as they approached the source of the crying. Once they arrived at the area where the crying was coming from, both Odette and Clara stood there in shock and horrified.

A hellhound child was kneeling next to an adult Hellhound with an angelic spear in her back, Carmilla felt her eyes widen when she saw the spear in the adult’s back, did an Exorcist kill a hellborn? Were they breaking the tradition and going after Hellborns now? Questions run through the older demon’s head as she approaches the child, watching her ears perk up before they’re pinned back.

[Name] lifts her head out of her hands due to hearing approaching footsteps and the clicking of metal sound, at least she thinks it’s metal clicking against the ground. “Don’t be afraid, young one. What happened?” Carmilla asked while she kneeled to the child’s eyesight, looking over her [Fur Color] for any wounds if she got injured but didn’t see any blood on her. “My mother was trying to protect me and a sinner child from an Exorcist…” [Name] looked over to her mother’s dead body, only to hide her face in her hands again.

“My mother gave us enough time to escape, but another Exorcist came behind her…” She explained as Carmilla felt her stomach drop when the child explained what happened, no child should experience such a thing, making the older demon pull the hellhound child close to her; taking pity on the child since she lost her parent to an Exorcist while protecting a sinner child. “Mother, what are we going to do? We can’t leave her by herself,” Odette spoke up, watching her mother pick up the young hellhound.

At that moment, Carmilla had taken in [Name] and adopted her as her daughter, giving her some time to adjust to her new surroundings and newfound family. Clara placed a hand on top of [Name]’s head, giving her a warm smile as her eyes watched her little sister’s tail wagging happily, watching as her ears flickered softly. The sound of metal clicking against the floor had the hellhound’s ears all the way perked up, both Odette and Clara looked at each other and nodded their heads to each other.

Clara had gotten up from her spot to let their mother in, surely the older demon can open doors on her own, but sometimes one of her older daughters would open the door for her. “Welcome home, mother,” Both Odette and Clara greeted their mother, while [Name] ran up to her adoptive mother to give her a hug, which made her smile. Soon enough, her two daughters joined their little sister in hugging their mother, which made Carmilla smile wider. “I missed you too, my children.” She returned the group hug.

It stayed like this for a couple of minutes before a yawn escaped from [Name], showing her small canine-like teeth, covering her mouth due to exhaustion kicking in. “Somebody is tired,” Carmilla looked down at her adoptive daughter, being careful as she boops the hellhound’s nose as she had long fingers. “We took her out for a walk since we had some deliveries to make, we thought she could use some exercise and we couldn’t leave her alone,” Odette explained to her mother, who nodded her head softly.

“Thank you, girls. I appreciate your help with your sister,” Carmilla carefully picked up the [Fur Color] hellhound in her arms, hugging her youngest child close to her, watching as [Name] curled up close to her. “You’re welcome, mom.” Clara smiled as she and Odette watched their mother closely, as their eyes landed on their young sister’s tail; it was wagging softly. “Sweet dreams, little sister. We’ll see you whenever you wake up,” Odette couldn’t help but grin softly, the two still had some deliveries to make, and wanted to spend time with their sister.

[Name] looked over her adoptive mother’s shoulder and waved at her sister, saying goodbye to them as their mother started taking her to her room, surely it wasn’t her bedtime yet since there was some daylight left outside; even though a nap wouldn’t hurt a child since they attend to take naps after an exhausting day. “Did you have fun with your sisters, my little one?” Carmilla asked while walking down the hallways, feeling her youngest child shifting around a bit before she got comfortable again.

“Yes, they took me shopping for new clothes and hair clips, plus we went to the small park that the Princess opened up.” [Name] smiled happily as she remembered that the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar had opened up a park for the little children that were hellborn or a sinner can play in and give their parents or adoptive parents a place to relax, the princess had a good heart. “That sounds relaxing, maybe one of these days I’ll take you back when I’m not busy with the other Overlords.” Carmilla couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Things had quieted down when Carmilla reached [Name]’s door, the door itself was decorated with stickers and small drawings, along with having [Name]’s name on it. She carefully opened her adoptive daughter’s door to her bedroom, which was decorated with small things and a bed for her to sleep in. The older demon walked over to the child’s bed and placed her daughter down, carefully as she covered the young hellhound up. “Sweet dreams, my little princess.” She kissed her adoptive daughter’s cheek.