Greetings here a request male spawn reader x nancy wheeler general and nsfw headcanons
Nancy is a full investigative journalist now—war-tested, sharp, and very done with bullshit. You respect her like a fellow soldier.
She meets you while chasing a cult story tied to demonic symbols. You realize she’s not prey—she’s bait.
You admire her refusal to flinch at your appearance. She’s seen hell already. You’re just… a different flavor.
Nancy calls you out when you brood too hard. “You can sulk and help me carry the gear.”
You become her off-the-books protection. She never asks you to follow—she just knows you will.
Quiet moments hit hardest: shared coffee at 2 a.m., her leaning against you while reading case notes, your living cape keeping her warm.
She reminds you you’re still human when the hellfire hums too loud.
You trust her with your real name. That’s bigger than any confession.
Hawkins made her brave. You make her feel safe.
