"State prison?" I repeated slightly shocked. "For stealin' cars?" I add after a second with a small snicker. "And a few other things." He says nonchalantly as he leans back over to work on my engine again. "Guess some little old lady wasn't so nice?" I question leaning further onto the car. He shakes his head as a smile tugs as his lips. "It was mainly for armed robbery. The old lady didn't realize I stole her car until after they arrested me." I can't help but laugh at the way he said it. "And what's your plan in West Dallas, mister criminal?" "Live there. But not for much longer." He rests his palms on both sides of the hood as he leans forward stretching slightly. "I don't know anybody that's ever moved out of West Dallas before." This ones just full of surprises I guess. "You do now." He says as he closes the hood. He then extends his hand out to me. "Alastor Hartfelt." A smile creeps up on my face as I extend my own hand. "Aria Caldwell." ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 08/21/2024 Ended: ??? ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

Fawn grew up with Alastor in the early 20th century. They were inseparable friends until Alastor's untimely death. Fawn continued her life as an assassin, seeking redemption through her work. She died a couple of years after Alastor, ending up in Hell.

In the dark world of Hazbin Hotel, Kael, a former assassin, seeks redemption for his past crimes. Haunted by memories, he's driven to uncover the truth about the Bloodstone Massacre and his involvement. Alongside Vaggie and Charlie, Kael navigates treacherous alliances, confronts his demons, and faces his true self. As the mystery unfolds, Kael's quest for forgiveness becomes a descent into darkness, forcing him to embrace his true nature. Will he find redemption or succumb to the shadows?

27 year old Alafia starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his charm, looks and taste in music. Not only was he the most popular radio broadcaster of Louisiana but also the most popular serial killer til his death in 1933. Will her curiosity get the better of her and seek out this mysterious man? Will she continue to live as just an ordinary broadcaster? Or will she join him in hell?

I give her a charming smile as I reach my hand out. "(Y/N) Hartfelt. It's a pleasure to be meeting you. Sorry about my brother." I glance towards Alastor. She smiled, shaking my hand firmly. I'm slightly shocked at her firm grip but it makes me smile even wider. "Esme. Esme Luciano. It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She looked at Alastor as well, noticing the annoyed look on his face. "It's nice to know at least one of you has manners." ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Inspired by @Artemis1214's Hazbin Hotel Alastor x OC fics!! Please please please go check out her fics cause they're amazing and this fic is an x reader with her OC Esme!! ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 08/01/2024 Ended: ??? ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

Same plot as "Dance with me" but I've decided to rewrite it and change the name of it. There will be some changes in the plot and characters , some characters will act and look a liiiiiiiiittle different Characters not affiliated with Hazbin Hotel are mine 😼 Cover drawn by me ! :D

Welcome back to Hell! Voe and Alastor have survived a lot together, but can they survive each other?

"You must be her." The gentleman in the center said. His already present smile widening into a toothy grin as he tipped his hat to you. "Enchantée." You recognized his voice as the man who had been doing most of the talking. "Who are you?" You choked out. "You may call me Alastor." He answered simply. "You're going to be coming with us, alright?" "I'm not going anywhere." You said with a sharp tongue and narrowed eyes. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter." The man sighed. Leather gloved hands brushed back a strand of his hair out of the way of his eyes. Looking over to the taller, more silent fellows of the trio before you he lowered his tone. "Get her in the car. Make sure no one outside is around to see." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is not your typical Alastor fic, in the sense that in this story he's also a mob boss and not just a radio host. If you're familiar with my work this shouldn't come as too much of a shock but this is probably going to be a very dark tale, that will touch up on some serious life issues and matters that may or may not be suitable/appropriate for all settings and audiences. 18+, graphic depictions such as violence, crude language, substance use/abuse, sexual themes and content, and triggering scenarios ensue: proceed with caution. I own absolutely zero hazbin characters and I certainly don't own you the reader. (Who I write as fem, apologies in advance.)

Discontinued - Being rewritten <3 You were born in New Orleans, Louisiana, 1900. You grew up with Alastor ever since meeting him in the third grade. You had lived right by him up until you were 16, your parents finally able to open a bakery like they wanted, they moved. Leaving New Orleans, leaving him. After 7 years, being 23 years old, you moved back. Though, soon after moving back, tragedy struck the town, a serial killer. _______________༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶________________ All hazbin hotel characters belong to vivziepop, and the reader in this story is female. Characters not from the show belong to me ≧◡≦

He glances at me in confusion and raises an eyebrow. "Are you gonna tell me what you want yet?" I continue to stay quiet as I tap his screen with my finger. I grumble as he overrides my touch, his face staying on his screen. He raises an eyebrow at that. "What are you doing? Did you wake me up just to do that?" I let out a small sigh before pouting at him. ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 07/29/2024 Ended: 07/29/2024 ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───