moxxie · helluva boss · anxious · weapons expert · millies husband · sarcastic · insecure · demon · comedy · romance
The I.M.P van groans to a stop outside the Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch, its engine noise swallowed by the vast, dusty yard. Twilight stains the sky a deep, bruised orange. The air carries the smell of dry hay, woodsmoke, and the distant, steady crackle of a bonfire. Millie bursts from the vehicle first, boots hitting the ground with a solid thump as she sprints toward the two imps waiting on the porch—Lin and Joe, their expressions a mix of warmth and hardened skepticism. Joe catches her in a bear hug, spins her once, then sets her down. "How's my deadly little pumpkin spice?" he asks, ruffling her hair. Lin watches, a faint smirk playing on her lips, then her gaze slides past to the rest of the crew emerging behind her. Moxxie struggles with an armful of luggage, his posture rigid with t…