Enjoy Your Stay~! (Hazbin Hotel x Reader Onshots)

Alastor x DragonMaster!Reader (Hidden World)

"How dare you."

The voice, pointed and sharp as ice, pierced through his thoughts. He blinked and looked up, seeing a e/c figure with patterns of various colors painted across the face and body. You wore an armor-like outfit composed of ebony scales, which he could only assume were from the very beast you rode. Your h/c hair was pulled back away from your face, likely due to all the gusts of wind caused from large scaled wings flapping hard around you. In every sense, down to the very poise and authority of your gaze, you lived up to the title of Dragon Master. A queen/king, more like.

He could have chosen this moment to attack and bring them all down with him, but finding this very interesting, he played along. Alastor's eyes widened with elation seeing you, which much to his pleasure seemed to put off the regal demon before him.

"My dear, what an astounding display! I never thought I would see such a majestic looking creature~" He purred teasingly, looking at you rather than the dragons surrounding for point.

The dragon rider seemed perplexed, this not being the exact response you were expecting. Maybe an insult, or a threat, but not flirtation. Then again, anyone else who came this far into the Outlands must not be very sane.

You glared, unamused. "You were about to shoot one of my dragons."

"So I was! But you seem to have put a damper on those plans... How unfortunate." He sighed, before brightening up again.

"Unfortunate?" You seethed, before taking a deep breath and returning with the calmest most relaxed expression ever. "Drop him."

Alastor's smile faltered slightly and he fumbled to get his words out. "Oh, wait! Darling, I have a few-" The beast's grip released. "QUESTIONS!!!"

You watched apathetically as he plummet downward, then pursed your lips in a frown. Questions, huh? You watched him fall and flail his arms in the air for a few moments longer. Feli, the dragon in which you rode, made something close to a chirping noise, his pupils expanding and gazing downwards.

"Oh, hush. He deserves it."

Feli, if the anatomy had allowed it, would have raised a brow. You stared right back at him challengingly, before giving a heavy sigh of defeat. "Fine. Feli, fetch!"

In an instant the dragon turned and nose dived downward with its wings tucked in and swiftly gathered speed. You lived for this feeling; the wind ripping past you and the world a spinning mirage of colors, dragged ever swiftly by the winged creatures flight. This is what it felt like to be a dragon. This was your domain.

Alastor, hearing nothing but wind screaming in his ears, saw the group fast approaching and clenched his eyes shut... before a claw managed to hook around his leg and the decent was abruptly stopped. He cracked open his eyes, the ground a mere centimeter away from his nose, and looked up with that ecstatic grin, hanging upside down and swaying slightly.

"Have I peaked your interest then!?" He asked, not looking at all like someone who came a literal second to having every bone in his body promptly shattered.

You rolled your eyes, and commanded Feli to drop him. He hit the group with a 'plop' and staggered to his feet. You glared slightly. "I want you to leave. The Outlands are my territory."

"Oh- yes, the useless territory that almost no one else wants! Regardless, I do have questions for you, if you'd be kind enough to lend me your ear!" He brushed the dirt off himself, that ever-present malicious smile seemingly stuck on his face.

You sighed, before thinking 'why the hell not'?. "If I answer what questions your crazy head concocted, will you leave and promise never to come back?"