A vengeful soul on Earth is damned for eternity in Hell and there resumes her sadistic fun, becoming well known and recruited as an overlord. But ghosts of her past seem to catch up to her as she visits the Happy Hotel for work. What's in store for our dear reader and what will become of her and her new deer acquaintance? (Reader is fem in this story, apologies in advance) **Warning, depictions of violence and gore, crude language, drug and alcohol use, themes that may be triggering and sexual content that otherwise might not be suitable for all audiences. (18+!!!!!!! Cannot stress that enough.) Several chapters with juicy adult content, if you don't like smut maybe don't read this, but if you insist there will be warnings at the top of each raunchy chapter. You have been warned.** I do not own the characters nor do I own hazbin hotel, and I certainly don't own you the reader. (I do have brief say over appearance and overlord alias, but I'll try not to mention it a hundred times okie thxx) Rankings: #1 in AlastorXReader and #2 in Radiodemon several times

For Fawn, life was normal. As a 21 year old college student living on her own, she's doing pretty decent with the cards she's been dealt. Who knew that one dusty old box from 1925 could rattle her world and take her back in time to experience first hand the bloody past of old New Orleans? In a panic to fix her mistake, she shakes hands with death himself, and seals her fate. Now, her clock is running down, and time is not on her side as she races to figure out a way home. ** Any art in this book belongs to me. The cover belongs to me. Fawn belongs to me. Alastor and any other hazbin hotel related character belongs to Viv.

❝ this is hell but why does it feel like heaven when i'm with you? ❞ oneshots of you and the charismatic strawberry radio daddy. ➵ alastor x f. reader oneshots! ➵ i do not own any of the characters of hazbin hotel! you own y/n! ➵ i do not own the art used for the cover! it belongs to its rightful owner! ➵ on going ✰ 2 / 27 / 21 - #7 in alastorxreader ✰ 3 / 14 / 21 - #16 in radiodemon ✰ 3 / 24 / 21 - #1 in radiodemonxreader ✰ 8 / 8 / 21 - #1 in hazbinhotelfanfic

Art Cover Credit: rndoodli I CHANGED MY MIND THIS ISN'T OVER LOL. So it seems I have been inspired by all the sin everyone else has been writing and I decided I also wanted to join in on the fun! I of course understand that canon Alastor is asexual, but for the sake of me and other fans this story will have free reign, so hell yes! Note: OCs are not allowed for the sake of ambiguity but unless otherwise requested I will write in a manner that suggests the reader to be female. Hazbin Hotel and all of its characters belong to Vivziepop.

It's 1930, and a serial killer in your hometown is on the loose. Which fills you- a sweet, hardworking waitress, with terror. But not to worry, your good friend Alastor is there to comfort and protect you! Ironic though, he's the one you should be fearing. (I killed cringe culture. Alastor fancies you, but he's asexual. You're both alive in this, Mimzy is here too! Also, possible mentions of gore, definite mentions of murder, and slightly creepy themes. Alastor isn't aware he's being a creep though.)

⚠️WARNING⚠️: This story was written and published before the first season was fully released! Details and revelations after the pilot episode were not known and this book is based on information known prior to the announcement of S1. ~~~ In your mortal life you were the well known Voodoo Queen of New Orleans during the 20s. You didn't exactly have a side when it came to good and bad... working with dark voodoo and occasionally helping the police, a deal with poor souls here and there, you were pretty neutral. But now you were in hell, known as the Voodoo Queen overlord, fancy title, you had to admit... However your stance on good and bad did stay the same, you didn't kill for territory, you only did what you had to to keep your title and that was that. ~~~ All characters belong to Vivziepop! Y/n belongs to you! If any characters are mine I will say so!

It was a tense night in hell, there was something wrong. Everyone knew it, but they didn't know where it was coming from. What could possibly be causing all of hell to be so jumpy? So, afraid. They finally got there answers when a certain someone arrived in hell, you. You were the cause of all their fear. Why? Read to find out~ (I don't own Hazbin Hotel.)