"𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻." •A technoblade x fem reader story• •A story where you play with technoblade in a minecraft championship and you both get attached• #1 in (theblade) [10/1/22] #1 in (technoxreader) [13/4/22] #1 in (mcc) [23/4/22] #1 in (technobladexreader) [26/4/22] #1 in (technoblade) [11/5/22] #1 in (mcyt) [25/5/22] #1 in (dsmp) [27/5/22] #1 in (streamers) [29/5/22] #1 in (techno) [8/6/22] #1 in (minecraft) [8/7/22] #2 in (dream) [11/6/22] #4 in (tournament) [20/4/22] -slow updates- -this is my first story but I'm working on more- -bear with me, I can't write- -no smut- Warning: mature language Have fun <33

She was the first overlord to rise in Hell, a legend whispered in fear and awe. He is the most powerful being the underworld has ever known, a force that reshapes the very fabric of damnation. When their paths cross, will they forge an alliance, clash as bitter enemies, or ignite a fire that defies the infernal realm itself? In a world where power is everything, their meeting could change Hell forever.

You're an overlord in hell. You have been for a while now. Even though everyone in hell knows your name, no one has actually seen you since you left after helping Lucifer and his wife Lilith build hell's city. You are one of hell's oldest overlords aside from Zestial. You live inside a massive mansion with a vast library and study. One day, Lucifer sends you a letter about his concerns with the Radio demon living with his daughter Charlie and suggests that you watch over her. The next thing you know, you're inside the hotel being greeted by the staff members. That is, all but one. Alastor. -------------------------------------------------------- (Alastor's POV) "Husker, my old friend! May I pick your brain for a moment?" Husker groaned but begrudgingly agreed "Fine" "Amazing!" I situate myself on one of the bar stools and place my chin on my hand. "A couple days ago, you had informed me that, based off of a seemingly insignificant tattoo, you were able to tell that Y/n was the first overlord? Please, you've got me curious. How were you able to figure that out?" I gave him a closed smile as I awaited his response. He sighed and looked around to make sure that no one else besides the drunken spider was listening. (Can be found at the bottom page of Chapter fourteen) -------------------------------------------------------- All of the Hazbin Hotel characters do not belong to me, they belong to Vivzy. The only characters that do belong to me are the side characters I make and of course the main character(s) (not including Alastor) Slow updates (sorry about that) 🖐️😭 NO. 1 - #Heaven

(Y/n) was killed in a horrific accident that ended in his life being taken and his soul being sent to be judged. When judged God had allowed him to enter Heaven, but for odd reasons (Y/n) refused and chose to go to Hell. God understood the reason given to him and allowed (Y/n) the ability to travel between the two worlds freely. This ability came in handy when the radio demon had needed him and forced his hand into helping with the hotel to succeed. How will (Y/n) help? How will romance blossom between him and another? I don't know, so why don't you find out?

~Complete~ "Watchers, if Xelqua had to explain them, he would say that they are the unseen entity that looked over servers and protected them from the shadows. They were the ones that filled the empty sky and kept the players safe from what the Admins couldn't stop. They were the protectors that stayed unseen where the Gods were quiet. He and the others were told that we were the lucky few to be chosen. That they were to become the greatest of the greats." Or: A normal "Being taught how to be a Watcher" story, but it slowly gets messed up as Grian realize that not everything is as it seems to be.

The radio demon. The most powerful demon in all of hell. People shutter at the mention of his name. They know of the unspeakable acts even for hell that his has committed. What allowed him this power, no one knows. But what happens when Alastor is NOT in hell city? Where is he? The answer: is with his brother y/n

✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯ A lonely girl who hears whispers and sees visions of the future and the past. Things that should have been impossible, but weren't inside her head. And a man, the only one who can truly understand her, who silenced the voices inside her head with his presence. Or Estelle Whitmore meets The Doctor, and finally finds solace. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

It was 1907 in Alastor's human life and things weren't great for him. Kids didn't like him because of the way he is. His Father hated him for being different, but his mother had always tried her best to make her boy happy, but deep down, she knew it was no use, but that didn't stop her spirits. (Y/N) was the same age as the boy, but didn't know why people hated him or called him a bad influence. Even her own parents told her not to speak to him for reasons that do not wish to tell.

﹒ ︵︵﹒︵︵୨ ꒰ㅤ꒱ ୧︵︵﹒︵︵ ﹒ 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 - 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 an angel named Y/N is assigned by the head seraphim a mission that requires her to travel to the realm Hell itself. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ started : 02.15.2024 ended : xx.xx.xxx ﹒ ︶︶﹒︶︶୨ ꒰ㅤ꒱ ୧︶︶﹒︶︶ ﹒

Upon stumbling across the Hazbin Hotel after losing her home in Hell, Aria had no choice but to stay there. The young lioness demon refused to accept rehabilitation, yet somehow knew she couldn't leave. Especially when she met a certain deer man that would change her life forever... IMPORTANT NOTE: This book is rated 13+ for slight gore, mentions of flashbacks and traumatic events, and strong language. There is no NSFW, smut, lemons or limes. I will put a warning before every part that may trigger or upset some people. The story is about my OC for Hazbin Hotel, but if you want to you can imagine yourself being in her place. :) Happy reading! Cover art by me :DD Most impressive rankings (by 2024): No. 1 in #ocxcanon (for several weeks) No. 1 in #hazbin No. 7 in #alastor No. 17 in #hazbinhotel