Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

At the Party- Beelzebub (Helluva Boss)

As requested by GabeOwen6! Male Y/N.

The noise was almost overwhelming. The thumping bass, the chatter of dozens of demons, imps, and hellhounds, and the occasional shattering of glass as someone partied a little too hard filled the expansive room. Bee's Hive, as they called it, was lit in every imaginable shade of neon, with bright yellows and buzzing blues that danced across the walls, pulsating with the rhythm of the music.

In the middle of this chaos stood Y/N, a fluffy, gray-coated hellhound. His fur was extra thick, adding to his already timid, almost puppy-like appearance. His ears flattened against his head, twitching with every piercing sound. The spikes of chatter and laughter drilled into him, while the pounding music vibrated uncomfortably through his chest.

He'd been standing in a corner for most of the night, far from the dance floor where the rest of the party-goers were lost in a sea of euphoria and energy. Normally, he didn't mind being left alone, but this was something else entirely. Everyone else was having the time of their afterlife, but here he was, trying to just survive the night. His paws fidgeted with the edge of his vest—black leather, lined with metal studs—which was a gift from one of his few friends. They thought it would make him look "cooler" or at least fit in better at a party like this. But Y/N didn't feel cool. He felt... out of place. Overwhelmed.

The lightshow on the ceiling flickered in quick succession, and he winced, covering his eyes with his paws for a moment. His heightened senses made everything feel like too much. The smells were overpowering, too. Sweet, spicy, alcoholic... each scent punched at his sensitive nose.

Y/N shuffled awkwardly, his tail drooping low to the floor, brushing softly against the cool marble tiles. He scanned the crowd. No one was paying attention to him, which was both a relief and a reminder that, well... he was alone.

And then, something shifted in the atmosphere, something bright and magnetic. A warm, buzzing energy. He glanced up and, through the crowded room, spotted her. Beelzebub.

The Queen of Gluttony was glowing, quite literally, in the centre of the dance floor. Her bee-like wings shimmered in the colourful lights, and her antennae twitched in excitement as she moved with grace and charm. She was everything Y/N wasn't: confident, lively, bold. Her eyes, glowing with a mischievous golden hue, sparkled with joy as she mingled with her guests, making sure everyone was having the time of their lives.

He tried to avert his eyes, but they were drawn to her like a magnet. She was a force of nature, impossible to ignore. Her laughter, sweet but powerful, rang through the air, even through the pounding music.

Suddenly, her gaze swept across the room, and to Y/N's surprise, it landed right on him.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Oh no. She's coming over here.

He swallowed, his tail curling slightly in anxiety as she moved toward him, gliding through the sea of party-goers effortlessly, like she was born to command attention. The crowd parted for her, and it wasn't long before she stood just a few feet away from him, looking as radiant and intimidating as ever.

"Hey there, sweetie!" she said, her voice a smooth, velvety purr that hummed with electric energy. Her antennae twitched curiously as she tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly in a playful expression. "Not enjoying the party as much as everyone else, huh?"

Y/N blinked, his throat suddenly dry. He tried to respond, but the words got caught somewhere in his throat, tangled up with his nerves. His ears twitched, and his tail gave a small, involuntary wag, betraying his shyness.

Beelzebub's eyes softened, and she crouched down slightly to meet him at eye level. For a demon queen, she had a surprisingly kind look in her eyes. There was no judgment there, no irritation that he wasn't living up to the party's vibe. Just curiosity and concern.