Alastor x Female Oneshots(REQUEST OPEN)

Enemies to Admirers (Alastor x Wolf Demon! Reader)

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You were walking to the Hazbin Hotel in hopes of giving rehabilitation a try. The reason you were was stupid and you were pretty sure the angel guards made a mistake. You were a wolf demon or a Hellhounds as everyone in Hell calls it. It took you awhile to get used to the tail after entering Hell, it always got in the way of everything. You were super nice to everyone unless they treated you the wrong way.

You were a short Hellhound; not as tall as the others. You guessed that the others were taller than you because they were hell born. It wasn't a huge difference, only by 1 foot. You actually witnessed the introduction of the hotel at the News station when Katie Killjoy interviewed Charlie. Even though the interview was a disaster, you still wanted to give it a shot.

You walked through the entrance and looked around, there was a bar and a check-in station. You walked up to the check-in stand and waited for someone to help you.

"Hello?" You called out, "anyone here?"

Moments later, Charlie came down, "sorry about that, how can I help you?"

"I was hoping to get a room and start the process of being rehabilitated." You softly smiled at her.

Charlie smiled ear to ear, "really??? Great, amazing! Yes of course I can get you a room. I will have to ask you a few questions to gather information for the rehabilitation process."

"Okay." You answered.

"Ah!" A man screamed, "a disgusting animal!"

You then jumped back from a large tentacle coming towards you, "what the world?"

"Blasts!" The red deer demon snapped as the tentacle disappeared, "I missed! Charlie keep your pest on a leash!"

You snarled, showing your teeth, "you got a problem, deer boy?"

The man chuckled darkly, "you got quite a tongue, don't you?"

"Only when people come at me the wrong way." You growled.

"Ones like you should remain in the pound." He smirked.

Your figure grew 3 times the size, your eyes glowing (f/c), "and ones like you should be hunted year round and skinned for food."

You snarled at him, causing him to flinch in the slightest bit of fear. He fixed his composure.

"This will not be the last time you see me, furball." He smirked before walking upstairs.

You shrunk back to your normal size and form and sighed, "sorry. I just don't take demons like him very well."

"I understand." Charlie responded, "Alastor can be aggressive towards others."

You huffed, "Alastor. Suites him well."

"Anyway, what's your name?" She asked.

"(Y/n)." You answered.

"At what age did you enter Hell?"

"(Y/a)." You answered.

"What are you willing to work on in order to get rehabilitated?"

"Anything." You answered.

"This last one is a bit sensitive. . .what was your cause of death?" Charlie asked.

You hid your face with your hand, ". . .suicide."

"Oh I'm so sorry, (y/n)." She frowned, "but don't worry, I'll do my best to help you and won't give up until you see the gates of Heaven."

You smiled at her. She was a total sweetheart. She handed you a room key.

"You will be in room 315 on the 3rd floor." She said.