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

yandere alastor x modern fem reader (platonic, part one)

It's the human au version. Enjoy.

Only a helping hand is what started it all
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Meb was in the kitchen cutting up carrots humming softly, in a yellow modest dress with an apron over it. Her hair short and dark when a knock on the door gets her attention. "Alastor? Sweetie the doors unlocked."

She says as she approaches the door opening it up, not expecting to see a seventeen year old holding her bruised and battered son. "Uh- are you meb? Alastor's mother?"

You say holding alastor who had to be no more then eight, maybe seven years old. You had found him being bullied by three boys and one girl, you did just appear out of nowhere a few months back so you figured you'd intervene with the bullying.

Meb nods, "yes, I am in fact, an' who are you?" She asks stepping aside to let you in. Alastor's overalls were kinda tattered and his shorts were scuffed with dirt.

"The name's skyla ma'am." You say, being polite and setting alastor down on the couch. "I found your little boy being bullied badly, and as you can tell, they weren't gentle at all." You gesture to his cut knee and clothing.

"Well, not many people would've helped or stepped in because, well." Meb gestured to her skin color, you nod understanding. "Yeah, I know. But I can't stand to see someone in pain." You say, looking over at alastor who just... stared at you.

Meb sighed taking a seat next to her son, cleaning his face off. "Wanna tell me what started today's scrap?" She says.

You have a feeling this is a normal occurrence, you felt bad for the boy. An abusive father, being bullied for being mixed-race Creoleo. It was awful. "What did they do this time?" Meb continues, confirming that this indeed was a normal occurrence.

Alastor's arms were crossed over his chest, he held his arms in almost like a hug fashion. Looking off to sight towards you for a moment before looking at the floor, god did you feel bad for this child.

"Those stupid Frederick brothers and their stupid sister..." alastor starts. You had been busy looking at photos, meb, alastor and his father looked, like a normal family, if it weren't for the fact that meb's husband looks miserable in their photos of just meb and him, when you heard seven, maybe eight year old alastor swear and meb not even react.

You did a double take, looking at alastor with raised brows, this was definitely a normal behavior.

"They saw me looking for worms outside. I showed it to 'em..." he says, you sigh. Feeling bad for him because he reminded you of yourself. Always digging for snails and worms or slugs at the age of eight and nine. You still loved worms, bugs, snails and slugs that never changed about you.

"But she knocked it out of my hand..." you listen, feeling bad for the boy as you go back to looking at family photos as alastor continued speaking softly.

"So I pushed her down and her brothers started hitting me." You and meb have the exact same reaction and expression. Only she's vocal, and not just 'wow oh my goodness', kinda look on her face like you had.

"Alastor. No sir!" She scolds, causing him to look away from the floor to her. "That was not the right thing to do at all! You don't push girls down. Let alone hurt them!" she says, you take a seat down next to alastor grabbing the cloth and wiping his cheek clean. "Especially over a worm alastor." You say softly, agreeing with meb, "you could've handled it better but..." you say trailing off as you clean his face off. Meb nods, looking away from you to alastor, "'specially all over a worm!"

She says, exasperated. Alastor looks down, "... but..." Meb's face pales as alastor starts again. "But Papa said..."

She interuppts him softly, "none o' that. Now, come sit in Mama's lap an' have a listen." She says pulling her son onto her lap as alastor's words fully sink in.

So, you knew meb's husband was abusive, but to go and try and teach his son to hit girls when they do something wrong? That was just awful.

"Whatever nonsense your pa spouted out at you, forget it. As a young man who will grow up to be brave an' strong. You have to look after those weaker than you. You do the gentleman thing and offer a helping hand, never a hurtful one. An' don't worry sweetie, mama and you're new friend will help you learn what to do-- we know best after all! Ain't that right?"

You nearly sputtered, you? Teach a seven maybe eight year old something useful? You were most definitely not the one to be dragged into this, but you did this to yourself so you gotta help.

Alastor looks over and up at you, a sparkle in his eyes at the words, 'new friend', seems to you that he doesn't have any. So you nod and agree to what meb's saying, not realizing what you just did to the timeline and how it's about to drastically change because of your interference, and not for the good.

"Well, t- that stupid girl didn't have to hit me!" He says, arms crossed over his chest, tears welling up in his eyes, all around his nose area slightly red.

Meb realizes something placing a comforting hand on her son's shoulder. "Oh, I see..."

"Alastor... did it scare you when she smacked your hand?" She asks gently, looking down at her son. He buries his face in his mother's chest, crying softly.

She soothes him, "shh, shh, there, there..." she says, letting him cry it out. "Mama's got you now, mon petit momme. Mama's always got you." She says, holding his shoulder and head, soothing him with a gentle smile.

She wipes his tears away with the pad of her thumb gently. "You feel a little better sugar?" She asks her son who sniffles softly. "Mhm..." he responds softly.

She smiles, "good." "Now..." she starts gently tickling his stomach. "Where's that handsome smile gone?" He giggles and laughs, "mamaaa!"

"Aha! There it is!" She smiles, looking down at her son. "I know what else'll cheer you up." She says, "would you like to help me cook dinner?"

He immediately perks up, "yes, ma'am!!" He looks over to you as you leave before looking up at his mother. "Can... can my new friend help as well?" He asks.

Meb smiles, pretending to think before nodding. "Of course she can. Why don't you go get her before she leaves-" alastor was already sprinting out the house down the trail where you were walking off home.

"Hey!! Wait up!" He calls out nearly tripping but catching himself as he catches up to you, grabbing onto your hand, "mama said you can help cook dinner with us! C'mon!!" Alastor says excitedly, dragging you towards the house as you stumbled but kept up with him.

Few minutes later you and alastor are putting the cut up veggies into the pot. You were humming as you helped alastor add more vegetables.

Oh, the future was looking bright for alastor, but for you? You're troubles were only beginning.

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