How Would Poke Villains React To Their S/o Asking If They'd Kill For Them? Just As A Hypothetical, But

How would Poke villains react to their s/o asking if they'd kill for them? Just as a hypothetical, but I imagine some of them would take it seriously haha

cw: consideration of murder(?)

characters: Lysandre, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus, Guzma, Volo

The moment the words leave your mouth during what would have otherwise been a quiet evening in, he turned to look at you. His face was clearly twisted in minor confusion, which prompted you to repeat the statement. "Would you kill for me?" It almost sounded partly like a tease. What could have brought up such a statement? He thought on it for a moment...

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Lysandre becomes stuck between it being a joke and you truly having someone you must want dead. The Flare Boss understands. He understands very well. His connections could easily see most people dead, should that truly be what you desired. Though, it likely would be easier to simply wait until after he completed his plans. Though, of course, you could just as easily be joking. He blinked a few times. You never spoke a name, however.

☕️ “Perhaps,” Lysandre eventually replied, “Though, I doubt you have anyone in particular you wish dead, do you?” You let out a laugh and shook your head. He joined you in laughing, fully able to play along. Of course not. You were much too kind. That was a trait in you that he deeply admired. He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “All you would need to do is ask, however,” he whispered quietly, “I would do anything to make you happy, my love.” Though, whether you realised how honest his words were would remain unknown. Either way, it was just pleasant to have his reassurance.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He freezes for a moment. Kill for you? His glasses almost fall off his face from how he angles his head. What? The Magma Leader was quite a few things, but a killer he was not. Most of the time, he refused to even resort to violence. Your words almost made him recoil before he recalled that exaggeration was quite common these days. Yes. You must have meant that as a question of how deep and strong his love for you was. Not as an actual request. If you had, his answer would have been a firm “no.” Maxie was no killer.

🪨 “Figuratively, yes,” he agreed with a nod, “Literally? No. I'd be happy to help you find other options, however.” You sighed. That was the expected answer from Maxie. He seemed to catch on to your mild disappointment and leaned forward to peck your cheek. “Dear, I'm not going to lie and say I will do something like that,” he felt his cheeks grow warm as he looked away nervously, “I do love you greatly despite that.” You laughed and hugged him tightly. Then, you teased him by saying the Great Maxie is a pacifist. He just grumbled.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie blinked a few times. Kill? Would he kill for you? Objective situations entered his head of what might warrant such a reaction, but none of them seemed like places you would be. Especially not with him nearby. Archie then remembered Shelly's complaint that he was killing her with work and chuckled. Ah, you must have meant like that. An exaggeration of love. A guffaw left him as he pulled you close to him. The Aqua Leader would do a lot for you, but killing, sadly, would not be one of them. He would throw down with someone for you, though.

💧 “Nah,” he said simply, then spoke again, “Well maybe. Depends. But I'm gonna say no.” You rolled your eyes. Archie seemed a bit scattered on his reply. He pressed a sudden sweet kiss to your cheek. “Now, I might fight a guy for ya, Luvdisc,” he grinned, “Like that time I chased off that Gorebyss that was after you.” You laughed. Well, that was about what you had expected from Archie. He was not exactly the violent sort. You tugged his bandana lightly to make him look up at you. He got the hint and kissed you again. Well, the pirate man was good at expressing his love in other ways, at least.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Cyrus blinked. Kill? As in murder? He almost scrunched up his face at your words. Naturally, he knew you were not serious. There was no one reasonably that you would want dead, nor would he seem like a reasonable candidate to get rid of someone. Well… He believed that anyway. The tablet was turned off as he moved to face you. What was going through your head? Why say such a thing? The Galactic Boss was aware that he was being far too analytical for such a basic statement. He supposed he had heard Mars tease that she would kill someone for him. (At least, he hoped it was spoken in exaggeration, but…)

☄️ “Beloved, I would rather simply make you a world where that feeling needn't exist,” he replied, “There is no need for such grizzly actions to be taken.” His hand came to cup your cheek unconsciously as he gazed into your eyes. You blinked, unsure of his words. “I dream of a world where such vile emotions don't cause these kinds of situations,” he continued, “I only wish to bring you and I to some kind of peace.” Cyrus's lips lightly pressed against your temple got a moment before he pulled away to return to what work he was doing on his tablet. You blinked again. What was that? It felt more intense than if he had just said yes and proceeded to describe a form of murder. Well, you certainly felt assured in his love towards you, at least.

💀Guzma🕶

□ Not even missing a beat, he laughed. Kill? Well, maybe. Probably not ever, but why not? Guzma was more than ready to throw hands for you usually, so why not just lie and say he would kill, too. Granted, he most likely would not ever, no. Killing seemed far too intense. He got what you meant, though. Some situations did cross his mind that might warrant it. Very few seemed even partially likely to ever happen. Alola was simply too peaceful for any of that shit.

□ “Sure,” he said plainly, “Why not.” His arm pulled you closer to him as he grinned at you. The hypothetical was pretty common, he thought. No different from being asked if he would still love you if you were a bug. (In which you had asked him a few times. Him of all people. Like he would ever say no.) You leaned closer to him and laughed lightly. “I mean, I love you,” Guzma continued, “Now, would you kill for me?” You thought on it for a moment. He nearly jumped out of his skin at your reply. A deadpan, yes.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant was stricken by your words. Kill? Him? Well… He was not going to pretend that he was some upstanding moral type, but he was not exactly the type to handle things directly. Even when it came to his plans, he figured actually killing someone would be a do-or-die situation. Though he supposed that as a merchant, he was quite ready to defend himself should the situation arise. He did have a knife on him, just for a situation in which bandits dared threaten his life. For you… He closed his eyes. Well, certainly, he would not say no.

⭐️ “If the situation called for it,” Volo spoke with a playful tone despite his words, “You never know what may be required in the wilds of Hisui.” You smiled at him so sweetly. He could not help but lean over and press a kiss to your head. “Though, I do expect the same from you,” his voice seemed to take on a different cadence, “Should I ever be in danger, I hope you would act to protect me as well?” His hand held yours delicately as you went quiet. It was all too easy to assume these were just common requests for the time period. You nodded in reply, and Volo's grin seemed a bit more intense than usual.

HAZBIN HOTEL FIRST 4 EPISODES ARE OUT ON PRIME RN WOOOO

OHHH MY GOODNESSSS THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME ANON!! I was on a zoom meeting for a while so I completely forgot LMAO

Hmm...Dr. Kondraki has a son named Draven huh? I'm curious, how bout a scenario or headcanons (whichever you prefer) where Konny's S/O becomes like a mother figure towards Draven? How would Kon react???

Dr. Kondraki, Draven and You

[F!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: I have a fic immensely similar to this!! With All My Love - Kondraki warning, it has angst.]

You being a mother figure to Draven is a blessing because like, goodness knows that kid needs other parental influence in his life.

It starts slow, but eventually Draven latches onto you pretty unapologetically. He also looks forward to seeing you.

The longer you spend time at their house the more likely he is to call you "mama".

And eventually, he drops the whole "miss Reader!" and starts referring to you as such. He wants to tell you about everything, and loves that you foster parts of him his father is too busy to pay attention to.

It's not that Kondraki doesn't love him - he's just... He's busy. Loves his son and you deeply; he isn't always there to notice it.

I feel Draven gets into the habit of painting his nails and yours when the two of you watch TV or sit out on the porch in the summer time and he's always excited to show Kondraki the new colors when he gets back.

Kondraki likes the pastels. Won't actually say that.

Kondraki thinks that you're a fantastic influence for his son, and eventually considers the three of you a whole family unit.

You pick up Polish from both Kondraki and Draven.

It's just a family unit working on a weird schedule. Pretty normal tbh.

Draven has the stability of two parents, Kondraki is both balanced out and the weight of raising a child is now shared between the two of you, and you have a little boy in your life you consider your son and a man who you can probably call your husband.

Yes, Draven always comes to greet you first in the morning.

Separate Vox and Velvet with a powerful s/o that killed Valentino for torturing them?

No Can Do

Vox

You held the man close, feeling the way he gripped at your coat, practically tearing it, his face planted against your chest.

His breathing was unsteady, his body held against yours, the man so pulled in on himself.

It was so unlike him.

You let him settle, his breathing slowing as you simply held him, letting him calm down.

After some time, you pulled him back, trying to look at him.

Vox turned away, the man didn't want you to see him like this.

Perfection was his image, and he hated it when anybody, but especially you, saw him as anything Less.

You pulled his face back, gently caressing the side of his head as he looked at you.

His screen was smashed, the right side of his face shattered in several jagged chunks.

Valentino's handiwork.

You held his face for a minute before you leaned in, kissing his face gently before leaning back.

His face began to heal, the cracks in his screen slowly disappearing as you held him close.

You held him for a few minutes longer, just to let him calm down and settle in your embrace.

After some time you pulled back from the embrace, kissing him once more before assuring him, you'd take care of it.

And take care of it you did.

You really made a show of it, making sure to record the entire thing, really working the man into a red mist. You having a whole rig to make sure every punch, kick and cut was witness in 4K quality.

Just as Vox would want it.

You didn't release the footage of course, seeing one of the V's being brutally murdered might damage their image, but you made sure Vox saw it, letting him watch every second of it, finishing it by pulling him close, looking him in the eyes before kissing him. Telling him he meant the world to you.

You'd love the man hard and true, helping him stabilise his empire now that Val was out of the picture, though even with the work, you alway found a way to spend some time with him.

The two of you would have a passionate romance, one only fuelled by your actions, as well as just how fiercely protective you were of the man.

Something he relished, the man always getting all giggly when you held him close, man a little love drunk when you got possessive of him.

The man was still very independent and headstrong, somethung you mostly respected. But with you, his loving S/O enforcing his will, and with him not having to worry about Val's emotional volatility, buisness ran far smoothly for the man.

Granted, he was down a V, and their 'adult material' monopoly had taken a substantial hit, but you made up for it by rangling up the remnants of his studio, signing them up to Vox-Tec as a subsidiary.

Things would be shaky for some time, but after the storm had settled, and you went back to buisness, with you by your television moguls side, things only looked up for you.

Your romance would be sweet and very passionate, yet refined in a manner only Vox could accept, you knowing how to behave in public, often allowing Vox to lead the situation simply to keep him happy, only stepping in when... Necessary.

But you loved him, and he loved you, and while it was never perfect, nothing in Hell ever was, it would be amazing for both of you, neither of you regretting it for a second.

Velvet

Now, Velvet wasn't some delicate little flower, not by any means.

But when you found the woman in her studio, barely keeping it together, bloody and bruised, you knew what you had to do.

You of course comforted your S/O first, despite your resistance, fixing her up and giving her some love. You planting a kiss on her lips before telling her not to worry.

You dealt in an awfully sadistic manner. Breaking Val slow and brutally, making sure everyone saw it as you rendered him limb from limb.

It was humiliating, for him, everyone watching you crush the life out of the husk that contained his retched soul, leaving him a nothing. A stain on the floor of the V tower, one you refused to have cleaned, leaving it as an example to everybody.

Nobody fucked with you. Or your girl.

Yours and Velvets relationship would be odd for a while.

You did just kill one of her allies and a close friend, granted, he was a piece of shit who abused her, but she wasn't no saint either.

Vox was also pretty icy with you, but he wouldn't do much seeing as you'd only acted to avenge Velvet, the girl standing up for you, managing to steady his hand.

Though you were pretty sure you could take him.

50/50.

Once things settled down, however, you'd only get closer with your british accented babe, a passionate romance bubbling between you.

The two of you would grow ever closer, intimacy growing stronger and stronger every day.

You'd often times just spend time with her in her studio, watching her work or manage her shows, throwing your 2 bits in when asked about a dress or outfit, only to be ignored by the fashionista, the woman knowing full well more about fashion then you ever would, so you usually just agreed with whatever she said.

But you also spent plenty of time together outside of the studio, either enforcing the V's will, or simply to cause some chaos. The two of you never closer then when you got freaky in the middle of a turf war.

Literally.

You'd have a firey, passionate romance, the sort Val would record for premium vids, you seamlessly assimilating into the remaining V's power structure, helping the both of them maintain their power, all the while loving your sassy, sarcastic bad bitch of an S/O.

rotmaxxing into my AU

I think some vox x Fem! (or gn) reader would be nice- like, vox denying that he has feelings for the reader and the reader panicking bc they have a crush on this mf tv

Like I mentioned before, as soon as Velvet and Valentino find out Vox has caught feelings they immediately become the biggest menaces in Hell. Manipulative little fucks will get you a job working with Vox and neither of you will realize it until it’s too late. 

This man almost drops his coffee when you walk into his office on your first day. Velvet knew he’d been keeping tabs on you and made sure he was too busy to be alerted to your career shift.  He does recover quickly and tells you what you need to know for your job. He does conspicuously keep you in the room. 

Your desk is in his office. This man is the king of deflection. If you point out any of his odd behavior, he changes the subject. 

This “odd” behavior includes but isn’t limited to; avoiding eye contact, softening his voice both in volume and tone when he speaks to you, dropping the fake smile/tv show host facade. 

Having a crush on a man who is technically your boss is definitely not easy on you either, especially when he keeps unconsciously showing you special treatment. His favoritism is obvious to anyone who isn’t you two. 

Velvet and Valentino poke fun at Vox for his feelings and he denies that he has feelings for you but they call out his BS. Which makes him grumpy the next day. Unfortunately, them pointing it out makes him realize what he’s been doing. 

Man is having a crisis, reevaluating all his behavior and getting embarrassed as hell at how obvious he was being.