[ COMPLETED BUT UNDERGOING GRAMMAR EDITING] You are the famous Grim Reaper. You are feared by angels and demons. The only beings more powerful than you are Lucifer and God themselves. One day you see the princess of hell on the news announcing a new hotel that 'rehabilitates demons'. You thought that it wasn't a horrible idea and you wanted to offer your services to help any way you could, but what happens when you meet a peculiar alcoholic cat with a gambling problem? I think our boi husk needs ALOT more love than he has currently. This is a Hazbin Hotel fanfic. I do not own Hazbin Hotel. I do not own anything in this story except my scenarios and OCs. I do not own the cover artwork. This fanfic starts after the first episode. This is an x female reader story Credits Author- Me Hazbin Hotel Universe and Characters- Vivziepop Arc suggestions- @KingdomPoppy @Starful104 @EchoEmo @furrykitten1

The dialogue in chapter 4 was inspired from the comic "Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine" from STARINGBACK :) *** It's hard being nice. If someone's mean to you, you can't do anything about it. You just smile and hide your crumbling soul. This is what (Y/N) has to deal with constantly. Her family is always telling her that she's not good enough, that she's too wimpy, that she should be more like her cousins. Eventually, this pressure causes her to snap. She tries to end it all. But... She starts something new instead. Pronouns used in this story are she/her :) Disclaimer: None of the art used belongs to me!

You're a human that has fallen into Mt. Ebott on the year where all humans dress as monsters...Halloween. So how will the monsters know if you're a human or not?

(Adult Lazarus here - I wrote this when I was like 14 years old. Forgive me.) Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane. One minute you're soaring, feeling as if nothing could ever get you down. But then the next thing you know, you're falling slowly and nothing that you can do can possibly help you. You end up falling and crashing into whatever's below you and the heights that you had once reached. Then it starts all over again - becoming a vicious cycle. Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again. But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact you meet with the ground. The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it. After all, you're made of paper - you're delicate, fragile. You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break - becoming bent and broken from your head to your toes. Until you crash so much that you're ruined - then you're thrown away. At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you. He calls you his queen, as any king would whilst in power of the empire you both strive to build together. This person is your home - your empire. - #6 in Quotes [03.12.21] - #2 in Sans [10.21.21] - Undertale does not belong to me. - Artwork/Music does not belong to me. - Also, I apologize for any of the spelling errors. I type quickly and so I do not really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.