"You should put on some clothes Valerie." Vox says, trying to look everywhere but at me. "I do have clothes on." He sighs as he continues to hold Vark. "Skimpy pyjamas aren't really considered clothes." He adds on still not looking at me. "What? Is my body not appealing to you?" I raise my arms above my head making my tank top shift up slightly. "It was appealing to Alastor." I tease. ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Valerie Hayes is an overlord who joined the Vee's many years ago. She's been around since Vox and Alastor were friends. Alastor was the one to introduce her to the Vee's but after some past events she chose to stay and become one of the Vee's causing a rift between her and Alastor. After joining the Vee's she was quickly put to work on controlling the music industry in hell due to her being a siren. (Story idea from justzxra on tumblr!!) ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 06/01/2024 Ended: ??? ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Rankings: #1 - voxhazbinhotel (06/24/24) #1 - thevees (07/02/24) #1 - voxxoc (02/23/25) #1 - ocxcanon (06/07/25) #2 - alastorhartfelt (07/15/24) #2 - xreader (07/29/24) #2 - alastorxoc (02/23/25) #3 - voxhazbinhotel (07/29/24) #3 - velvette (07/29/24) #3 - alastorhazbinhotel (01/24/25) #3 - ocxcanon (06/10/25) ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

"You must have liked that record a lot if you decided to come back here the next day." I grin at him. He chuckles a small bit and nods his head in agreement. "Yes you're correct, that record holds a special place in my heart now. As I said the other day, jazz is my favorite genre and 'Au Privave' is an exceptionally good one in my opinion." He says cheerfully before pausing. "I also may have stopped by to meet the enthusiastic record shop worker. Words straight from my mother. They made me quite intrigued." He adds. ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 05/21/2024 Ended: ??? ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Rankings: #1 - alastor (07/16/24) #1 - alastorhartfelt (06/27/24) #2 - alastorhartfelt (06/24/24) ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

Human Alastor x Fem!reader. ~Bash in my brain And make me scream with pain Then kick me once again And say we'll never part I know too well I'm underneath your spell So, darling, if you smell Something burning, it's my heart. Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine And swear that you're mine As we dance to the Maso-chism Tango~ This is a mature book with mature themes, it will include: -Abuse. -Vulgar Language/Swearing. -STRONG Gore/Violence. -Sexism. -Racism. -Torture. -Cannibalism. I will put a warning at the top of the chapter if it includes any of the above. There will be smut but it will be skippable and will not affect the story if you do not want to read it. She's the headlights, I'm the deer~ Rankings: #2 Lucifer #1 Hazbinhotelalastor #1 Humanalastor #2 Alastor None of the art in this book is mine unless I say it is. All characters belong to Vivziepop. (Apart from my added side characters and y/n.)

Human Alastor x Fem!Reader (It has a whole asylum bit, if you don't like that don't read, okay? Okay cool bye!) "Do you realize that I've murdered, tortured and killed people giving me less attitude than you are now. You are acting like a sulking child, Is that what you want? To be treated like a child?" He raised his voice and took a few steps forward. Your back hit the wall and you felt trapped. "I should've just killed you..." He said quietly. "Why didn't you?" You spoke through stuttered breaths. "I-" He went silent and stared into your eyes trying to think of an answer. (In this book you slowly go insane 😍) This is a 18+ book there will be: - Gore -murder -Smut (yes I know Alastor is ace/asexual BUT this is like an alternate universe) Smut chapters will be skippable and won't affect the story :) -violence -torture -sexual themes -swearing -cannibalism I will put a warning at the top of a chapter. There is going to be an upcoming sequel to this book. RANKINGS: #1 Human Alastor (22nd April 2024) #2 Alastor (25th April) #1 Hazbinhotel (29th April) (My most impressive ranking) #1 Vox (14th May) #1 Hazbinhotelalastor (18th may) #1Lucifer (10 June ) None of the art in this book is mine unless I say it is. All characters belong to Vivziepop.

"He's...okay. But did we forget that he's a vicious overlord who not only owns many souls but is a psychopathic, deal-making, mass-murdering cannibalistic monster?" "Really? But he's like..." Voe trails off, making gestures with her hands "Like what?" Angel Dust probes "Like," she thinks "Cute." some of the demons are taken aback by her claim "You think Alastor is 'cute'?" Vaggie questioned, hands on her hips and full of skepticism. "Yeah," Voe shrugged "Like, it's giving...stuffed animal. Or like a pet dog" Voe is in Hell. And Voe is a deer, a female deer. She doesn't think she belongs there but wtf, might as well make the most of what she's got right? So she heads on over to the Hazbin Hotel in an effort to get the hell out of there, And maybe become famous in the time it takes, which only a certain media trio can help her with. However, she's not the only deer at the hotel. There's a certain facility manager that is the stag to her doe. And as animals, there are certain urges you just can't control...

"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.)

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.

"I need to get out of here... All this is a mistake." That's what you first thought when, one day, you happened to be forced to be someone's bride. What did your lovely mother think of all of this, that you'll feel love at first sight for a man you don't know and that's at least a decade older? So, you had two options: be the sorrowful bride or be mistaken for a bird... That's how, years later, you will meet the infamous and, somehow, not that terrifying (in your perspective), Radio Demon. How will all of this go... And how will you put the pieces back together on all those mysteries: your family, the betrayals... and your own death? Original story Best Rankings: - #3 on humanalastor 09/29/2025 - #3 on hazbinhotelalastor 11/08/2025

"(Y/N), you are here today in front of the angelic council to discuss your placement in Heaven." Sera's voice booms in the open room as the rest of the council stays quiet. I simply nod, not having anything to say towards her statement. I'm not surprised they eventually found out I don't belong up here. If my connection to my husband during my life wasn't enough for me to go to Hell after death some of my actions definitely would make a good enough reason for it. ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 02/04/2024 Ended: ??? ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Rankings: #1 - alastorhartfelt (06/24/24) #1 - radiodemonxreader (07/06/24) #2 - hazbinhotelfanfiction (07/07/24) #2 - heaven (07/09/24) #3 - flashback (07/07/24) ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

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?