Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Parent Preferences/Scenarios

~First words~

Charlie

"Bow!" You blubbed, pointing at her.

She just snickered. "Sweetheart, do you mean bow as in 'rainbow', or-"

Suddenly, Angel Dust fell straight to his knees and kneeled towards you, as if he were worshipping Satan. Vaggie just stared at him, concerned.

"You gonna do what they say, or nah?" He asked, glaring at her.

She just sighed, also getting down. "Fine, fine."

Vaggie

"Fuck." You stood in your crib, bouncing with a smile.

She just glared at you. "Who the FUCK taught you that?!"

"I think it's obvious, Vags!" Angel called from the other room.

Angel Dust

"How's my little one?" He grinned, walking into the hotel.

"DADDY!" You yelled, immediately jumping into his arms.

He just held you, swelling with pride. "Oh- Oh my. Who, uh- Who taught you that?"

Alastor was just standing there. "Angel."

"Hm?"

"What do you do for a job?"

"Po- Oh."

"Mhm. And you brought one of your clients where?"

"...Inside the hotel.

"Good. Now every time they call you 'Daddy'- Remember that." He smiled, walking away.

Angel just stood there, dumbfounded. "...Right. Have I not brought in the client, you would've said 'dada'. Not daddy. Mhm."

Alastor

"Now, (Y/N)- Say 'dada'." He instructed.

"Death." You blinked.

Charlie walked over. "No, no- Say 'dada'."

"Destruction, domination." You babbled, oblivious.

Alastor just laughed as Charlie glared at him. "Nice."

Husk

You hopped on top of your dad's shoulder. He tensed up a little bit, but this happened so many times that he got used to it.

"Now, kiddo- What do you want?" He asked, cleaning his table.

"Boob." You blepped.

Husk nearly choked on his own salvia. "...What?"

You reached towards a booze bottle. "Boob."

"OH." He chuckled in realization. "Yeah, no, punkin- You can't have that."

You just pouted, threatening to cry.

"Do not-"

"ĀE"

Niffty

After feeding you, she was eagerly cleaning you up, making sure you were spotless. All of the sudden, you plunged on top of her head and snuggled into her hair.

"Mama." You smiled, holding her close.

She froze, not exactly knowing what to do. Mama. You think she's your mom.

"...That's right, sweetie. Mama's here." She finally spoke, attempting to pat you on the back.

Baxter