hazbin hotel/helluva boss x reader one-shots (On Hold)

yandere moxxie x fem human reader (part four)

Unhappy campers: night two
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Everybody was by the bound fire, roasting s'mores and telling scary stories. The person next to you couldn't help but be campfire guitar guy, drawing everybody's attention to him as he sang badly.

Moxxine was clearly annoyed like you were, her eyelids lowered and her perfect manicured nails tapped against her black shorts.

Eventually she got sick of it and yanked the guitar for him and set it down beside her, "if you're gonna bring a guitar at least let someone who can sing play it." She grumbled out, sitting beside you.

Looking up you found Millard looking directly at you, a silent grim look on his face as his yellow eyes stared into yours, a warning. But for what? You don't know.

The night sky was filled with endless stars and the full moon. Smoke bellowed up into the air with the little specks of flames crackling off the fire, the other campers all sat in a circle telling ghost stories and singing songs (excluding the one guy) and enjoyed s'mores.

Eventually you stood up to go grab a blanket or maybe put on a sweater because it was getting quite chilly. The walk to yours and moxxine's cabin wasn't too long, you enjoyed the peacefulness of it all as you opened the door stepping in. "Okay... Sweater where did I put it?" You muttered out looking under your bed for it.

Millard's eyes narrowed to thin slits, watching moxxine follow after you after the whole meltdown thing. Massacre running down moxxine's face, her makeup ruined.

Moxxie sniffled, wiping the massacre off his cheeks. He needed your comfort, his tail was uncomfortable hidden in his shorts but nothing could pain him more then knowing his wife preferred the teens over him. "Stupid.... Stupid song... Stupid teens," he sniffled out, feeling insecure about his relationship with Millie and the fact that he wasn't, couldn't be better.

He stepped into the cabin wiping away the tears, putting on his moxxine voice, "y/n? Like, what're you doin' in here?" He asked nasaly.

He watched as you turned around, just slipping into your sweater. "Oh, it was getting cold and I wanted to wear this." You say, gesturing to your sweater. "Anyways- uh, why are you crying?" You ask, completely unaware he had a meltdown after you left to get into a sweater.

"Oh, it's nothing really... Thanks for asking," he spoke the last few words in his normal voice, but you couldn't tell the difference because he sounded nasaly. "No problem moxxine." You say with a smile, patting her on the shoulder. "You c'mon back to the bound fire?"

Moxxie opened his mouth, not knowing what he was going to say before finding proper words. "No. I'm far too tired and it's far too cold. I have sensitive skin." He says, watching as you nodded leaving with a hum.

"... I really am pathetic." He says with a sigh, wiping away fresh tears. He was pathetic, he had to go to a teen for comfort yet to only chicken out on telling you the real reason he was crying. He took off his shoes, his hoofed feet hitting the wood floor as he walked to his bed, emotionally drained and exhausted from the day and the bound fire.

He and Millie were here for one thing. To assassinate or murder (however you like to put it) the client's killer. Yet here Millie was, and here he was lying in bed crying while she was out playing basketball and being more likable then him, proving to him that he couldn't be the husband she needed.

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You're back at the bound fire, the three main cool girls gone, leaving only you, Millard, campfire guitar guy and the one camp counselor. "What happened to everyone?" You ask taking a seat. There used to be a crap ton but now they're gone, "they left. Someone pulled a prank and scared em shitless so they ran back to they're cabins for the rest of the night."

Millard answer curtly, gaze hard and cold. "Uh-... Right, right." You nod, getting comfortable back in your seat. "Well, alright then. I'm going to go grab some more hotdogs and s'mores. I trust you and Millard are mature enough to stay alone while I go get them." The counselor says, leaving you, campfire guitar guy and Millard by yourselves.

Campfire guitar guy left, bored and tired back to his cabin. Leaving you and Millard the only two there, "so, I've seen you've been hanging out with my sister." He starts, his fingers twitching. You take notice of his body language, "yeah, uh-... She's my cabin partner, it's required to... Y'know.... Get to know your partner." You answer.

You felt like there was more to the words, "my sister", then he was letting on. A possessive edge to them, "right, so. Has she spoke about me at all? Because you're all she can talk about." He says with an eye roll, he really seemed to dislike you a lot. "Uh-... No, she only mentioned she had a brother." You say nervously.

"Right, so. What makes you so special?" He asks, looking you up and down. "Uh-... I dunno." You say with a shrug, shifting uncomfortably in your spot as he stood up eyes narrowed slits as he walked around the bound fire to where you were. "What're your hobbies?" He asks, determined to find out moxxine talked about you so much.

Millie felt insulted and threatened, she never thought a teen could take her place as moxxie's emotional rock, his foundation. Yet here you are, somehow replacing her.

"Uh-... Well, I like to study up on guns and wars, uh-... I'm a book worm. I also like to bake, but I can't seem to cook for the life of me." You're answer seemed almost normal, not a lot of teens study on guns. Not if they're in the US or Texas for that matter, "really? Nothing lewd or sexual hobbies?" She asks.

"What? Ew, no." You say, nose scrunched up, "no way in hell." She kept her eyes narrowed but slightly became softer with her facial expressions. "Really?"

You nod at Millard, "yeah." Tensing up as he took a seat next to you, you did not at all feel at ease next to him. You felt as if he'd pull a knife out and stab you. Or hit you on the head with a mace, you've heard about that murder. And if anyone could look like they did it, it was Millard.

You both got to talking, getting to properly know one another with Millard finally setting aside his hatred and possibly murderous thoughts aside hopefully.

Millie found herself actually liking you, you weren't bitchy or anything like the girls or teens she saw. You were a great listener and amazing talker, you spoke almost like moxxie when it came to guns and war knowledge, no wonder he chose you as his rock, his foundation while being here.

She still felt slightly threatened, but you eased that worry. You weren't that bad in her opinion now, but she'd be keeping a close eye on you.

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I'm so vary sorry that I haven't updated at all. My new puppy has been keeping me up late at night, and I have vary little time for writing any more. But I'm trying to squeeze in time to write, update and take time for myself.