Alright, So, I Have Other Drafts For The Pet Au That I'll Hopefully Be Finishing Some Time Soon But For

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"

Kiss kiss :>

:0

:3

Kiss kiss:)

The True Virgin Tiger Moth

Part 2

Sorry this took so long

Life happened :/

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When you get there at last, you are certain that you have the wrong place. This place did look like a hotel, but it also looks like it had been abandoned for YEARS. And the poster looked brand new!

You decide to knock on the door regardless. Might as well make sure, they did say they were just starting out (though you didn't know it was THIS bad).

Before you can get a second knock, the door flies upon.

"WELCOME TO THE Ha-..." *door slam*

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Well, that was rude. You hadn't even said anything, and the door was slammed in your face.

Well, your chest, you were too tall to just be looking into the hotel. But still!

When the door opened again not long after, it was the same blonde haired girl looking out with a much less pleased look. During the second you had to move before the door opened, you were now leaned down to look into the hotel, on set of hands on your hips, the other in your knees to steady yourself.

Before you got the chance to get too much of a look, the door was yet again slammed in your face.

'These people do not seem as welcoming as they try to make themselves out to be.' You stood straight back up and watched the door for when the girl would, hopefully, open it again.

The next time the door was opened, the same girl was there, but this time accompanied by another. This one seemed much more hostile, wielding a spear that was almost immediately pointed at your throat.

"What are YOU doing here?!" The gray one was already off to a bad start in your book. So rude >:(

You, for some reason, do not feel fear for the sharp object uncomfortably close to a vital part of you. You only felt slight annoyance and much disappointment.

You held up the poster that they had supposedly put out everywhere (apparently too quickly if them jumping back was anything to go by). Pointing to certain parts of the flier, you nudged away the spear like it was nothing (it was pointed more into your fluff anyway).

"YOU are the ones that put this flier out, no?! It says "Help Wanted and Guests Welcomed," and at the moment I do not feel wanted NOR welcomed!"

With your short rant finished, you promptly did a sharp turnaround and walked forward before ploping down on the stairs that led up to the place. You sat there for a moment with a pout while a single tear rolled down before you heard what you assumed to be their attempt at a quiet chat.

"THIS is Valentino? I thought you said he was more... violent? Lewd?"

You turn quickly with a harsh, offended gasp.

"Violent? LEWD?! I have no clue who this "Valentino" man is, but I'll have you know I am no such thing!"

At this point, you were highly offended and genuinely concerned about how they expect to get any guests with how they treat someone they just met, confusing them with someone else before quickly judging/threatening them.

It was the blonde that stepped up first nervously.

"Ah, I'm so, so sorry for that. There seems to have been a misunderstanding." Ya think?! "What did you say your name was again?"

You give your name only because it is the polite thing to do and you refuse to be as rude as they were.

"And yours?" You were ready to turn and actually leave by this point, but might as well see who you need to avoid from now on.

She beams at this before quickly stating, "My name is Charlie," she pulled the other girl who dropped her spear in surprise. "And this is Vaggie!"

You nod along, acting as if you were still interested. You did need a place to stay after all, you had only just showed up, too. You had no real place to reside in.

'Do I really want to stay with these people? They were rather mean..'

The next few minutes were just apology after apology from "Charlie" for the mix-up.

"I swear that doesn't normally happen with our guests!"

You look around for a moment confused.

"What guests?"

You just catch Charlie shrink back at the mention. Vaggie sent you daggers, which you cared nothing for sense she already sent you a spear.

"I'll tell you what, you let me stay here, and all is forgiven and forgotten. Well, most of it, at least." You mumble the last part to yourself. If you do end up staying here, you will not let the gray one live the spear incident down.

"Yes! Yes, of course! Please do stay! We'd love to have you here, you're our first guest." Charlie looked away at the last part.

You give a deep sigh and respond with a tired "alright."

You trail in behind them, heading over to the little counter with the room keys and watching Charlie grab one for a room on the third floor. Why the third floor? You had no clue.

You took the key with a smile and a small "Thank you" before walking off.

Your room was very simple. White walls to match the white, queen size bed. It didn't look bad, just SO plain that it hurt your eyes.

Thankfully, you noticed some parts of the room seemingly suddenly begin to transform into your preferred setting.

You walked over and practically ploped onto your bed, watching your sheets bleed into a mix of the white and (favorite color).

You rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a long while. This was going to be a strange experience. And you were ready with open arms.

You sat up with a thought. 'Perhaps I can open my old bakery down here. That would be nice.'

You began to plan, wondering where you could start investing in a large supply of poison for those who wanted to do anything to your future little shop like you had seen done to others on your walk to the hotel.

Your face split into a large grin at the thought.

Ah shit

So, we started dnd with a campaign based off a book series the dm really likes, and apparently he can't find any fanfiction of it anywhere...

So

Yeah

Someone said to post our sessions (I think this was me) and someone else said to post on Tumblr (this was who the hell knows) and..

Yeah

Now we're here

I'll do one post for each session and we've already had three, so expect more hopefully

(FYI, book series is Arinthian line)

Haven't read it myself but someone else in the party started and I have only heard good things about it 👍

anyway

Characters are-

May: 12 and Atlas: 13 (brother and sister)

Asher: 16? (Random dude they met (still a player))

Rest are the actual characters and/or npc's

Not too many npc's as the dm (as far as I know) does really well with keeping with plot and having cannon characters we enteract with.

So, yeah, first session! :D

(Need fecken food🚶‍♀️)

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Atlas woke to the smell of smoke only to open his eyes to a raging fire not far from him. He leaped out of bed, running around, trying to find what had happened to cause such a flame to take their normally tame home. He leaves his room and looks down the hall not long before he sees the door to his sister's room do the same, her head poking out, mimicking her brother's. They ran to the front door, barely making it out and falling into the snow right outside before some parts of the house started collapsing.

The fire seemed to be only the beginning, as when the two looked out to try to spot their parents, their eyes only landed on the corpses of them, surrounded by guards in strange armor. The king grinning down at said bodies.

"Well damn," A (May's player) stated with a look of half surprise, half amusement at the quick start.

"Uhhh," J (Atlas' player) muttered with a look of slight panic. Yes, he is the one who read the book.

"Well, what do you wanna do?" The dm questioned.

"We should probably try to sneak out" -J with sarcasm.

"Yeeeaah" -A

The siblings, sensing the very clear danger, turned to try to make a quiet getaway.

"Alright, roll for stealth." -dm

"Ah, shit." -A, with a slight history of bad rolls.

Both roll, A successful and J failure.

May, with her smaller form, managed to silently sneak past falling wood and burnt straw with little to no sound, successfully making it to the white woods next to their house. Atlas, not so much, comically stepping on a stick as he passes, looking up to see the alerted guard.

"K, roll a wis save." -dm

J rolls a wisdom save and succeeds.

"Do you look up?" -dm to A

"No, I just look at where he broke the stick" -A, (thinking: with a look of 'wtf, a stick, really?')

One of the guards locks eyes with Atlas. Atlas, for a moment, gets a strange feeling when he sees the guard but quickly brushes it off. He takes off running, attempting to flee in a different direction than his sister. He runs and runs for what feels like forever, the cold air burning his lungs before he hears the guard stop suddenly.

He continues to run for a little longer before slowing down and turning to see that the corpse of a guard had stopped as if there was an invisible wall. It looked forward at him for a moment before turning around and walking back as if it had all never happened.

Atlas stands there stuned for what felt like hours, but couldn't have been minutes. When he gains his composer again, he turns to where he thinks he saw May run off in.

"Roll investigation." -dm

Rolls and it lands low, but not a one, thankfully.

"It takes you a while, but you do find her." -dm

Atlas wondered for what definitely had to be at least an hour or two before hearing sniffling in a bush. He walks over cautiously before spotting his sister's dark, shaggy hair poking out of some leaves.

He walked over, making a little more noise, trying to alert May of his presence. When May's head turned so quick that Atlas felt like his own neck hurt from it, she spotted her brother and rushed over to him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. She sobbed into his shirt for several minutes, him crying quietly into her hair.

Atlas was the first to get the tears to slow, he knew he needed to stay strong for his sister.

"Yeah, May is balling her eyes out." -A

"Atlas is definitely upset, but he knows he needs to hold it together for now." -J

"What do you guys wanna do now?" -dm

"We should probably set up camp, start a fire." -J

"Let's get closer to the buildings so they think the smoke is just another building." -A

J gives a thumbs up.

Atlas and May managed to gather themselves enough to get a plan for surviving. They got close enough to hide the smoke, but far enough that they didn't have to directly watch their home burn.

Atlas started the fire while May went off to look for edible berries and any other food.

"Roll survival" -dm

A roles and gets a natural 20.

"Hell yeah!" -A

"Holy shit!" -J

"You find everything, you know exactly what's edible." -dm while laughing.

"I got extra training with mom and dad." -A joked.

"You were the bakers favorite, so he taught you much more. As in, he loves you more than his own son." -dm

This caused the whole party to start laughing.

May quickly locates the berries, edible flowers, all with practiced ease. She brings back an arm full and lays them out for her and her brother to start eating.

"Show off," Atlas says, laughing lightly and ruffles May's hair. Atlas was only a year older but always acted more maturely than the typical 12 year old. Atlas knew he had to take charge now, knew he needed to keep his sister safe...

No matter how crazy she acts sometimes.

The next day, they got up, and Atlas led the way back to their, now ash, home. They tried not to think too hard on it as they dug around the remains. Atlas made quick work of finding a strange book. It didn't look like their usual story books, which surprised them, as that was all they ever knew was in their house.

"Wait, THAT book?!" -J

"Yep" -dm

Atlas pockets that for later.

May digs through for any rations.

"Roll investigation."

A rolls, getting a natural 19.

A throws their hands up in victory.

"Yes! I find all the food!"

That night, they had a fire that was burning out with a tent holding in what little heat they had from the soft breeze that felt like it was cutting through them. Atlas was looking over their rations, just talking out loud.

May was at the small opening of the tent, just sitting there, half listening to her brother when something strange caught her eye.

"Roll a d20 real fast." -dm

A rolls, and it lands low. A grimaces.

"You look down and see ice slowly crawling up your finger, barely making it to the knuckle before receding and repeating."

A sits there in confusion then amazing.

"That's so cool!"

May watches as what looks like vines of ice slowly slither up her finger. She wasn't sure what to do, but it didn't matter as she was too stuned to do anything while the ice went back down before rising again.

"Hey.. Atlas?" May attempts to get her brother's attention, but he continues to ramble. She makes a few more calls before yelling at him. He makes a sharp turn to her, still on guard with what happened only a few hours ago.

All train of thought stopped, however, when he looked down at what she was referring to. Just as she was, Atlas was frozen in place, confused before a thought came over him. He rushed over to the book he had pulled from the remains of their home and looked through.

He brought it over to May, showing her where it talks of "Arcanery" and how to control it. This confused them both, weren't their parents just.. well.... what were they? They never seemed to really need anything. This was all thought by Atlas, as May was busy with the seemingly alive ice on her finger.

"This is so cool! Hello little guy!" May leaned in, trying to get a closer look, completely infatuated by it.

"Do you say that?"- dm

"Yeah, it just sounds so cute." -A

"It quickly retreats, as if embarrassed."- dm

"Dang it!"- A

The ice quickly retreated from her finger after the comment. This upset May. She began talking to it, apologizing repeatedly. To any passerby, she looked crazy, talking to nothing.

Atlas went from amazement to confusion at May's choice of passing the time. He went back to reading the book. (The dm has us roll to see how far we get through each chapter, but I can't remember off the top of my head how far we got)

When he got as far as he felt he could for the night, he offered the book to May. She took it with no other words exchanged. She didn't get as far into the book before giving up for the night. They ate their fill of their dinner and attempted to drift to sleep.

Saw one for Alastor and immediately knew who I wanted instead

Wanna make another...

Dis one for me little Belga.

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Given a tiny that has no fuckin clue the danger they're in.

Like, you'd have to spell it out for this tiny that "you are in the hands of a giant and are about to get eaten" kinda stupid. But, hey, that just, somehow, makes them just that much more appealing to keep around for a little while.

Carry them around in your hand as they babble on and on about all they've managed to 'borrow' from you. Just give em a minute to let them realize just how deep of shit they've put themselves in when they spill ALL of it.

Cause they don't know when to stop. They're like a cat. "You're not a giant, deadly creature that could kill me with a singe finger. You're just a big tiny!"

And that's when they aren't just completely enraptured by the things around him that he couldn't dream of passing by with the speed your moving at while just walking.

That's all they're worried about.

You could have this tiny in your mouth and they'd just be gushing about how cool and sharp your teeth look.

Make a little experiment out of it.

Swallow them.

See if they figure out just how easily they could have died there if you didn't send them to your storage just then.

And don't mistake this for trust!

This is pure stupidity, my friend.

Don't even get me started on the fact they'd actually try to fight you if they got upset at something you said. You think they're joking?

Try again.

This bitch has no sense of self-preservation nor do they even know what it means to. To them, they're getting ready to square up with a person who was an idiot. Not them.

Watch the cogs slowly turn in their head when they realize they're trying to fight someone who's fist is the size of them.

And when they realize, do they backtrack? Try to save themselves?

Hell no! This just makes it more fun! More challenging!