"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.)

Not long after battling with angels, Charlie reaches out to her older sister. A last lifeline to help with protecting the hotel; there was mutual hesitation amongst her colleagues due to the heir of hell being a bit of a wild card. Nonetheless, Y/n Morningstar makes herself right at home at the Hazbin Hotel in hopes of helping her sister with her passion project. Making new friends and keeping her father on edge, mischief meets mayhem when Y/n begins to spend time with her new, antlered, smooth-talking colleague. (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 l own hazbin hotel, and I certainly don't own you the reader.

You were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show character you were so onto about and got seckilled by the police. _________________________________________________ A/N: Now Sweethearts, this is my first ever Fanfic, and of ALASTOR'S no less, Just a little warning about, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GORE and MAYBE LEMONS (I REPEAT! MAYBE!) big emphasis on the maybe Sweethearts~~ I do not own any other characters of Hazbin Hotel (Definitely wished i have an angel dust in my life tho~) Credits to VIVZIEPOP~

❝𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!❞ ❝𝐧𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.❞ 𝟶𝟶𝟷 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 [spoiler warning] HIGHEST RANKS #4 strangerthings #2 ynstories #5 cringeworthy #9 characterdevelopment disclaimer: chapters 1-5 suck so skip to 6-18 lol. gets less-cringe then. Book is published on A03 @thatenbyboringwriter *to be rewritten soon*

[𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟮 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯] To everyone, Y/N Hopper-Byers was in a coma after the earthquake hit, killing many people, including Jason. To Y/n, She was stuck in her own mind with Vecna, Max is stuck with her, until Max somehow wakes up. To make things worse, 001/Vecna is utterly obsessed with Y/N, not willing to let her go. Book is published on A03. everyone is 18+. for purposes, 001 is aged down.