So, I'm Supposed To Be Working On This Thing For A Friend Of Mine...

So, I'm supposed to be working on this thing for a friend of mine...

Which I will be doing right after!

But first..

I got the fucking goat WITH the mountain!

I know it's just excess, but it's cool :3

Alright, so, I have other drafts for the pet au that I'll hopefully be finishing some time soon but for now, I have been on such a Hazbin hotel high and I NEED to get these ideas down.

Mostly Alastor and Lucifer but I may do others later.

All with reader.

Possible Lucifer's tango (not in this one specifically), but I don't know how good I am at writing that stuff, so, just a heads up

Alastor x Helper Reader

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You had been working for Alastor for decades. Longer than either of you had died.

You had started working for his family when you were both rather young. His mother had hired you to make sure Alastor was alright after he left the house.

He wanted to disagree, but one look from his mother and the words died in his throat.

'Mama's boy'

You couldn't help but think for a split second with a small smile.

You hadn't meant it derogatory. You actually preferred knowing that the man you would work for could be so respectful towards his maternal figure.

And he was.

He was rather respectful to those around him, even yourself (which was the greatest shock to you, dear reader), and that just made you all the more loyal.

That was the thing with your family. They find someone to serve, and they latch on, never faltering no matter what the person did.

If anything, Alastor was more shocked than you when you first found out about his meat preferences and how he acquired them. You looked at his latest work and took no time at all to start cleaning up his mess.

He had worried he would have had to kill you for a short while. He had actually grown to enjoy your company. But he figured out quickly that he had nothing to worry about. He even noticed that when it was your nights to cook, you switched to using the newly acquired ingredients in no time.

You had even switched your own food to better accommodate having to get less food from other sources.

You followed and served him as long as you could, and the day that bullet went through his head, your heart had shattered.

You yourself had grown far more fond of him than you knew he ever could, but that didn't make the heartbreak any easier when the funeral was finished.

You wouldn't let that be the way his image ended.

You set out and finished off the one who did this to your... employer...

You continued the killings he started, continued the cannibalism, continued his name. You knew you'd never do as well of a job with his radio, and you didn't dare try, the radio was his, never yours. You nearly quadrupled what his actual killings were. Always staying just under the radar.

You never did die the way the world had hoped, now its a bullet in your head (..like him..), or electricity coercing through your very being, not a needle, filled with enough toxins that you wouldn't last a minute.

You died of your own accords, making sure it was in a retirement home as if just another civilian, still eating the very thing that started it all in secret.

When you fell, it was no surprise to you. Your only goal was to find Alastor, and man, it was easy. Just following the screams you had grown so accustomed to all the way to a radio tower.

You noticed that all around you seemed to steer as far away from you as possible or just straight up finish themselves off instead.

You knew why. You could feel your own power coming off in waves around you. You didn't care, however. When you did make it to the radio tower, a man dresses in red was standing in front, long bits of hair going straight up that resembled ears with antlers right next to them, clearly expecting a challenge if the defensive look to him was anything to go by.

Others may not have noticed, but you did easily.

There were spectators all around, doing their best to stay out of sight but still there, clearly expecting some sort of fight.

What no one, even Alastor, expected, was for the newcomer to drop to a knee in front of the deer man.

You had recognized him quickly, little to no difficulty whatsoever.

"I have made it to you at last, and I hope I did not disappoint." A simple sentence that ment so much but so little to those around.

It was then that Alastor recognized you as well. Of course you were to end up as (animal/demon), it was always your favorite.

Alastor's demeanor changed in an instant, from shocked to almost glee.

"(Name)! Darling, how you've grown!" Any tension he might have still had disappeared in an instant. He knew the extent of your loyalty. Even now, being so much stronger than him, he knew you would never raise a finger against him.

Your head bowed deeper at the indirect praise. You had yet to meet his eyes, which Alastor noted. He quickly moved you both into his radio tower. He walked over to you with a new confidence.

He moved a hand to grab your chin with a gentleness usually never given from him and tilted your head up to get a good look at you. You were practically glowing under the attention, if it wasn't already obvious by the shine in your eyes that you thought died out when the gunpowder ignited, the slight (swish of your tail, ruffle of your feathers, that kinda thing) was a dead giveaway.

He knew he already had you wrapped around his finger, but he still needed to secure his safety. He ran a thumb softly over your left cheek.

"Dear, how would you like to make a deal?"

You tilt your head to the side in confusion. A deal? But he could take whatever he wanted. You would make sure of it.

"Whatever you so wish."

You dip your head back into a full bow, feeling his hand move to run through your hair.

"Oh, don't worry, darling. You could ask for anything, and all I'd want in return is.. your soul~" he leaned closer, bringing your face back to look at him once again, grinning dangerously wide.

You look off for a moment in thought. Alastor wondered what you'd wish for. Especially considering you were, at the moment, three times more powerful than him.

However, again, even with the sheer difference, you looked as if you'd hand your soul over by itself if you could. Rip it out and hand it over with a nice little bow on top.

You look into his eyes once more. "Anything?"

"Anything, darling," he responded with such certainty.

"I.." you hesitated for a moment. "I wish to stay by your side for as long as we exist. To surve you and be the first you call when needed."

Your response only made his everlasting grin grow wider, seemingly proud to have such loyalty ready and at his disposal.

"Nothing else, my dear?"

"What I ask is all I could hope for." An easy response, as of practiced for this moment.

He reaches a hand out, and you watch as it glows green. You take it into yours, seeing it glow just that much brighter.

"Deal"

Alastor x Helper!Reader (part 2)

You had been with Alastor for quite a few years now, hardly leaving his side except for 'errands' he sends you on.

You stay as close as possible, sometimes becoming just a soul and going into his staff, where many others that have made deals reside. It had taken a while for this to become routine. Plenty of nights wandering around after being dismissed for the day.

You had no place to stay and weren't really bothered by it, more upset that you weren't there if Alastor needed your services. You knew he could simply summon you if he needed, but you preferred being there.

Alastor was actually out on a walk one night when he stumbled upon you not too far from his tower. You were sleeping... out in the open.. standing up..

Even after he had directly asked you, you were still hesitant to tell him.

You had wanted to stay with him, but he wanted you to leave. In your mind, it was that simple. Apparently, Alastor didn't feel the same.

It was when you finally told him how you felt that you found out about the space in his staff. He told you that normally those that he kept in his staff were the difficult souls that tried "poorly" to defy him, tried to cheat him out of the deal they made, or tried to find loopholes.

However, you had practically handed your own over on a silver platter, so he felt no real reason to do that.

Until then, that is.

You had your own little space in the staff, too. While it looked like all the others were crammed together in a small space, you were given a bedroom that looked close to the one you had when you served Alaster as a human.

You were home.

And you would never leave unless commanded.

There was a long period, seven years to be exact, where you were not summoned. When you were called upon after, for the first time in too long, Alastor had made you swear to never speak of the point in time. It didn't take much to keep your mouth shut. It never did.

He had talked with you for a long time before you both looked over at a TV that you hadn't even noticed was there. Alastor looked ready to rip it to shreds for interrupting your time together, but paused when a blonde headed girl popped up on screen, talking about a hotel of some sort.

You paid little mind to it and turned back to continue your conversation with Alastor when you saw his eyes locked on it, his expression changing to the mischievous one he wore when he found his new target/fixation for the next while.

You knew there was no going back to the conversation now, so you got prepared for whatever Alastor wanted to do.

"Shall I return to the staff, sir?"

He turns back to you with a snap of his head, as if you had just reminded him of your existence again.

"Oh! Yes, my apologies, my dear. Although it seems you already know. We shall continue this later!"

And with that, he raised his staff, and you closed your eyes as you felt yourself deform back into a soul, floating over to his staff and flying into the eye of it.

You felt yourself become a form of yourself, walking over to the recliner you had and plopping down into it. You watched through the eye of the staff as Alastor knocked on the door and tried to introduce himself, only to have the door shut in his face not once but twice.

You continued to watch him be able to properly introduce himself, feeling slight amusement at the moth one that tried to threaten him.

You watched as Alastor summoned "Husk" and "Niffty" to help with the hotel. You hadn't properly met them, but you knew who they were, and that Alastor trusted them to get this job done.

It wasn't one that called for your skills, so you were left to watch on in the staff.

This was the routine for the next while. You would remain in the staff for most of the day, watching everything play out. You almost jumped out when you saw "Sir Pentious" rip off part of Alastor's coat, ready to rip his throat out, but you refrained when you remembered that this was nothing Alastor wouldn't enjoy to do himself.

When the day was over, Alastor would head to his radio tower and summon you. You two would sit around talking for what felt like hours before you had to return. You both already knew practically everything about the other, but you two still told each other of the ones you've maimed to get where you are in power.

The first time he had called you out of his staff was not long after the cape incident. According to Alastor, Pentious had been allowed to stay at the hotel, claiming to want to be redeemed, your job was to find what he actually wanted.

It seemed pretty obvious from the start that it was a front, but when you became a shadow and witnessed him setting up a camera for Vox, an old rival of Alastor, you were a little surprised that they were seriously trying to use him. He honestly didn't seem the brightest for how advanced his tech truly was.

You hardly got a chance to relay the information to Alastor before you spotted "Angel", another person you had watched carefully (you felt like you would like them for some reason, even after they made Alastor uncomfortable) bust into the room, quickly overpowering Pentious. The snake reflexively opened his hood, causing the spider demon to stumble.

You once again were very close to jumping out to attack Pentious when you felt a ghost of Alastor's hand holding you back.

He didn't want for you to be revealed yet.

So you sat back and watched the rest unfold, only finally coming out when everyone had left and Alastor walked in. He walked over and grabbed a watch Pentious had dropped on the ground, you following close behind.

After he finished disposing of the watch, he turned to you.

"I have a new task for you, my dear. Keep a close eye on those pesky Vee's, they're getting a little too comfortable messing with the hotel. We can't have that, now can we?"

His signature grin looked a little strained at the moment, but you paid no mind to it, he would tell you if you needed to know.

You bowed your head with a "yes, ofcourse" and went on your way out. You knew where they were already. It would have been more difficult to not see the building.

You disappear into the shadows within the next second, quickly making your way through the quiet parts of the hotel, making sure to stay out of sight.

When you get out of the doors, you make quick work of getting to the large building covered in lights with three "V"s on top. You go through the doors and make your way around the area, again staying out of prying eyes and pesky cameras. When you finally reach a room that appears to have all three residing in it, you see a shit show.

*Vox's third pov*

"WHAT THE FU-SWHUCK WAS THAT?!"

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Yes, this is how I'm ending it for now, I need to get something out and I'm loving this so far and don't want to ruin it by trying to rush it too much.

Have a nice day!

Fell back into G/T.... and fear play.. so, imma give a lotta both :)

Just wanna hold a tiny Ninety..😞

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Tiny that's so scared. And so small. One that even as a giant would be small.

Fits between two fingers no issue. As if holding a twig.

And so terrifies cause they know you could crush them in an instant if you wanted. Could just have a finger twitch, and they'd either be smashed or dropped to the ground, hight from the drop killing them instantly, no doubt.

But neither happen. You just hold them. Between those two fingers with a blank expression.

Maybe you already knew about them. You'd already met. So, the question is, what'd they do wrong.

Maybe you didn't know of them yet. Oh how they screwed up, then. They don't know you. And even if they'd seen you from a distance, they'd never seen you so.. empty? Scary? Fucking terrifying?

They're scared speechless. Unable to even scream.

What did you want from them? Why was they still alive? Would. they still be alive the next minute?

You blink. Then again. Then a few quick times before your eyes widen a fraction. Had-.. had you spaced out? They'd seen you do it before. But, seriously? Now?

Your face turns to the one you make when they sees you looking at pictures of the smaller versions of those death creatures giants sometimes keep around.

And now you were looking at them like that. What did that mean? What-

Your stomach growls. You look down to it with a bit of surprise.

They looks down at it in fear.

You look back to them as if you just got the best idea ever.

And you raise them to your mouth.

Dropping them in.

They fall into the wet cavern, teeth clicking shut behind them. They're shrouded in darkness, only getting a moment of thought before something is pushed against them, rubbing over them, coating them in saliva.

It all happens so fast. Then your head is tilted back, them sliding down and down.

Where are they going?! They'd heard of the rare occasion of tinies getting stored instead of eaten. But your stomach growled. But you looked like you liked them.

Where were they going?!

Where were they going?!

Hey

More pet au real fast

Ya know, because it won

More Genya cause i thought someone I know had asked for it but apparently it was something else that I will also be working on

Possible angst?

Lots of miscommunication and misunderstandings (ironic, right?)

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It had been a few months since you had purchased him and, possibly unintentionally, reunited him with his brother.

It had been long enough that you all had gone through a few of the common human holidays.

He had already known of these from past owners but none had gone as out of the way as you had.

The home was decorated to the point of when he saw it complete, he almost mistaked what house he was in. Even the smell had changed to what you had called "peppermint" for one, "cinnamon" or "pumpkin" for another. It was a strange smell that overwhelmed him at first, but you had lowered it when you saw the effect it had on your two demons.

That was another strange thing about you.

You CARED.

You paid attention to what upset them and what didn't. You did things that were inconvenient to yourself with little to no prompting from them.

So when he ended up hearing things he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to, he is both surprised and not.

Not surprised that there was a price to the kindness, but a little at what the price was.

He had seen you and Sanemi enter a specific room at least once a day after the year ending holiday happened. He attempted to ignore it at first, doing his best to hurry past the room that he'd almost always hear some sort of grunting from.

However, it was difficult when he knew it was happening to his BROTHER. And a little awkward for him as well.

He didn't want to intervene at first, not wanting to make it worse for him or his brother, but when he really started to see how tired his brother looked even several hours after, Genya's worry got the best of him.

He had gone up to Sanemi, questions spilling from his mouth on "Why? How? Why would you agree?" One after another. Both wanting to know the arrangement his beloved brother had agreed to, but wanting to stay ignorant at the same time.

Sanemi had to grab a hold of him to get Genya to stop talking long enough to get a proper question out of him. He only succeeded in getting some sort of mish-mash of "door.. pains...owner.."

It took a while, but Sanemi managed to piece together something about Genya's worry with how bad he looks when he leaves the locked room.

Sanemi was confused, why was Genya so worried?

"It's fine. It's just to let off some steam. Why do you look so freaked out?"

Genya's worry quickly changed to almost straight up denial.

"Wait, you're not being forced? You.. you enjoy that?! With THEM?!"

Forced? Now Sanemi was VERY confused. Actually, now that he thought about it, how do you force exercise?

"What? No, of course not! It's just to help us. Plus, it's just fun. The heck is wrong with you today?"

"FUN?!" What was happening?! He never thought Sanemi like something like that! Especially with a human.

Sanemi slammed his hand on the carpeted floor, succeeding in making a 'thud' and looked Genya in the eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about?! 'Cause clearly we're not talking about the same thing!" Sanemi was pissed. He was being judged for something and he was pretty sure it was for it was something completely irrelevant to the current conversation.

"W-wha.. um.. do I really have to say it?" Genya was going slightly red, it was difficult enough for him when he was hinting at it, but to down right say it? He might as well die on the spot.

"If you want me to understand what the hell you're talking about me being ashamed for something that is helping me.." It was weird to admit out loud. He had been denying it for so long with you, and now he had to practically yell it to his brother so he would stop freaking out.

"Uh- ya know... you and.. the master... doin.." He tried to make as vague of a hand gesture as possible, leading to Sanemi just looking at him for a long moment.

He was almost worried he had seriously angered Sanemi somehow when said brother started laughing uncontrollably. What was so funny?

Sanemi was in TEARS. Genya thought he was doing THAT?! And with the master no less! He couldn't help it. The misunderstanding almost made sense, and that just made him laugh harder.

He hadn't laughed this hard in a long time, and what he was laughing at was one of the best things possible in his mind. (In the very back of his head, a little voice tucked away the thought that his little brother even knew about that possibility away for later, now was a time for laughter)

"It's EXERCISE!! Nothing more! And definitely not that." His face quickly changed to disgust, no wonder Genya was so confused.

"Yeah, the room you were talkin about, it's got a bunch of at home exercise equipment. Ya know, treadmills, weights, that kinda stuff. Not that crap, ya pervert."

"Oh"

Genya couldn't get more red if he tried. To make such a mistake! He wanted to hide in a hole for the rest of his life...

Genya was snaped out of his thoughts be an arm hoisting him up to stand. He looked at Sanemi confused as he led him out of the room and down the hall, only realizing what he was doing when they stopped in front of the door that started the whole thing.

"Ya wanna see?"

Sanemi was offering him to come with. It felt weird, knowing what he had thought was going on in here, only to now be proven (thankfully) wrong.

"Uh, I guess?"

Sanemi opened the door and guided him in, seeing just what he had described. Weights and other equipment everywhere. It wasn't the biggest room in the house, but it was definitely not the smallest. It needed to be for the amount of stuff in there.

They heard some clanking and looked over to see you putting a bar back on the bench press hooks.

"Hey! You're late." You were talking to Sanemi, but you weren't angry, more confused than anything. "What took ya so long?"

"Sorry," Sanemi started, walking over to you, grabbing a water bottle on the way from the mini fridge you both had put in here a while ago. "Had to clear something up real fast with him."

Sanemi pointed back to his brother, who stood there like a dear in headlights.

You were just sitting there, but you were in a tanktop with shorts, sweating, and chugging some water. It felt cliché, but his face started to warm again. You were just talking with Sanemi, laying down to get back to your workout, Sanemi getting in position to spot you.

Grnta more or less just watched for a while, seeing his brother going ham on one of the punching bags. He really did look like he was having fun.

This was... a weird home.

But a home he would like to keep if allowed..

A demon is never allowed anything...

Hazbin hotel :D

These are just some hc of a moth reader's 'interactions' with Val. Das all.

I got this finished earlier today but wanted to post the other first so this might have made a little sense in some strange way. Anyway. @ourmurdermassiah

The True Virgin Tiger Moth (intro)

Reader is in hell for poisoning their (abusive) s/o(and many others)

Reader looks nearly identical to Val, only difference is the eye color and even then, it's a hue off

Surprisingly Christian. Christian conservative. Will read Bible verses to a demon if they start pissing Reader off

Runs a bakery

Routinely steals Val's clothes, just cause

Impersonates Val to steal more of his clothes

Ruins his reputation, again, just cause

Has never actually met face to face with Val

Reader is going to help at the "happy" hotel

Will likely give Angel a panic attack. Or make him angry

Someone will cause tears from the reader. There is no stopping it

Reader is religiously abstinence. Aka, Reader is a virgin.

Reader very much does not like touch

Reader gets along with Rosie and Alastor after they realize that "This isn't Val, this is someone better :D"

Charlie feels bad for Reader for yelling

The first thing you see is red.. everything.. Red sky, red building, red.. people? Your attention is quickly directed to some of the first off-color in this place.

A neon green sign that reads, "Welcome to Hell!" with some letters flickering like the light bulbs haven't been changed in years. The sign seemed to be the only clear thing you could see. Your vision felt as if you were looking through frosted glass.

You attempt to prop yourself up with seemingly extra weight on your sides. When you gaze down, there lies an extra set of arms. You quickly rush over to find some sort of reflective surface, which you find rather difficult with the new, retched sight.

You manage to feel around for a window, finding a rather tall, stylish looking moth staring back. Purple skin, large, pointed teeth, a single gold tooth on the right side of your face.

You collect yourself quickly. You knew you were going to hell after all. You had murdered many. Mainly your horrid s/o, may God rest his soul.

You look down to "see" your bottom set of hands move to a rather obvious praying position, hands clasped in front of you. You couldn't seem to move them apart even if you wanted to. They were out of the way now, so you didn't mind.

As you make your way down the sidewalk, curious about what is here (smiling all the while), you watch people quickly rushing around (running away from you), hearing every now and again a loud bang with a chorus of screams.

"Everyone is so lively here!" you hum to yourself.

You "look" around for a bit longer before carefully making your way to what seemed to be a clothing store if you were to guess.

Before you get the chance to go inside, a flyer flew against your leg. When you manage to catch it, you see that it looks to be advertising some sort of building? You have to look incredibly close to the poster, clutching the edges of it and squinting your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision (unknowing of the worry everyone around you has for the poor soul that made the poster).

It seems to be requesting... something... for the- "Mappy Motel"? "Hally Halol"? You smack yourself, laughing lightly, when you realize how close you were the first time.

While the name was still rather strange to you for Hell, "Happy Hotel" makes more sense than the others.

You pocket the poster for later when you have a better understanding of what is around you. And with that, you stroll into the store next to you.

You make your way up to a counter swiftly despite your sight disadvantage, and before you can even raise your hand to request some services, a group of three rush over to you.

"Everything is ready for you, sir," one mumbled. "Sir"? You had only just arrived, and you were getting honorifics? Granted, the wrong ones, but they were clearly helping YOU, so, what were you to do?

Accept whatever help they give, obviously.

They were quick to hand you a pair of glasses that honestly didn't seem like they'd do much, but to humor them, you took a look through them. And goodness, were you glad you did.

It was as if someone had finally turned on the defrost for the frosted windshield. You could see!

You couldn't celebrate first too long as quickly after, a coat was moved onto your shoulders. Or, at least, they tried to. It was now that you realized just how tall you are now.

To try to help, you bend down a little, but that seemed to startle them for some reason. You don't get the chance to apologize before a rather large hat is placed on your head, and they back away with a quick bow.

You smile again and swiftly turn to leave. You aren't sure what all just happened and want to leave before anything else occurs to make it feel like you shouldn't be there. You give a quick thanks and exit out the door.

It's after the door is shut, and you have already walked a ways down the street before you remember the flyer you found. With your new sight, you retrieve it and get to reading.

You skim through it, finding many strange colors that look like they wouldn't work well together, but the thought was nice. The flyer explains that there is a hotel on the edge of the "pride ring" that is accepting all who wish to be redeemed.

You look at it for a long moment, a mental debate before you make your decision.

You have no interest in being redeemed, but you have no issue in helping others who may want it. And so, you head over to one of the few who are left around you. They seemed to be a humanoid lizard, somehow seeming weak in your eyes.

"Excuse me? Do you have a moment?" You wave at him, catching his attention easily. He looks around before pointing to himself in a confused manner. "Yes! You!" He gains a fearful look. What for?

You make it over to him and show him the flyer. "Do you know where I can find this hotel?"

He points a shaky finger over to a tall building in the distance. It looks run down but definitely has potential. You give the man a nod of thanks and begin walking.

First day in Hell, and somehow, you can't wait for the next. You get the feeling this is gonna be fun.

And.. why do you feel like someone is cursing you out?