"Now, the million dollar questions...Who is this killer, assuming it's someone other than The New Orleans Huntsman? Is he or she still in Louisiana? Have they already fled? Are they sneaking past us right now, under all of our very noses?" Vincent, unable to help it, turned up the radio, (again). He loved to hear people talk about himself, especially if they had such a lovely tone. He hadn't caught the host's name, maybe he'd- "They could be anyone of us. Killer, if you're listening..." The voice continued, uncaring of his inner thoughts. He held his breath, almost worried the smooth tongue would slip away forever lest he gave it his full focus. "Then make yourself known." With how the voice had just asked Vincent so prettily? Oh, he would. --- Or, Vincent has gone down to Louisiana, needing to continue rising through the ranks of stardom across television. But then he ends up meeting Alastor, a local Radio Star with a bad attitude that Vincent would love to fix. Too bad Alastor liked being difficult. Oh, and they're both serial killers, but neither of them know it yet. Who would have thought? - Updates on Sundays - Cover Art by duhaeriss on Tumblr & Twitter - Cross posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74673856/chapters/195022946

WARNING! Extreme slow burn. If you can't handle it, don't read this one. Soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have some secrets of our own... (Yes there will be smut at some point) **I do not own many of these characters as they come from Hazbin Hotel. The artwork on the cover is NOT mine**

"You've not done this before, right? Stabbed anyone, I mean." Mr. Whittman asked a little shakily-the question already sounding answered for Alastor. "I have. But haven't you? That work you made on the man's gut wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't amateur enough to be your first time doing it. It's funny how easily things work out-two friends, two murderers, two fellows out for lunch. It's all the same, isn't it?" Vincent inhaled a shaky breath and nodded, finally standing up from atop the body. He looked to Alastor-looked away-then looked back at him again. "I...I guess it is." --- Alastor abruptly cancels an evening at the bar with Vincent to instead have a meeting with another man. Predictably, Vincent doesn't quite like being dissappointed, so he intends to do something about it. ...by breaking and entering. Obviously. --- What happens when 52 of my readers vote for me to write a fic? You get this. --- Cross-Posted on ao3 by d3viantly: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81348371/chapters/213860321 --- Cover Art by @ranksauce on Twitter (if you are the artist and would like me to take the art down, please notify me!)

Vox is defeated. Canceled. Doomed. Will he be able to find peace at the Hazbin Hotel? Can he start over, pick up the pieces, and rebuild himself? Or... is he only checking in so he can get close again to his favorite former prisoner - the Radio Demon? - This story is written as a continuation of season 2. - I know Alastor is canonically ace, but in my story he leans more toward gray. - English isn't my first language, so I'm using ChatGPT to help with my grammar. Radiostatic will be canon! (Everyone say amen.) Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy the story - Noel 🌸

The events of Hazbin Hotel has been resolved, miraculously the hotel is running smoothly with sinners being steadily redeemed. Exterminations are over, and Hell is settling into a new status quo. Que Y/n being brought the hotel out of luck - a spunky, devious, and very affectionate calico-cat demoness with a lot more underneath her positive exterior. She captures the attention of Alastor and subsequently Lucifer, resulting in the two fighting over Y/n's affections. Follow the trio as they support and heal each other in this new Hell. Subscribe to my newsletter for announcements on my ongoing works and more: https://substack.com/@artiranth WARNING: LEMONS PRESENT. A lot of it. I repeat, LEMONS ARE PRESENT AND NUMEROUS. Please see disclaimers for more details.

PLEASE READ: THIS IS A REIMAGINED HASHING OF A STORY I HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN. "All is Fair in Love and War" was my first Alastor X Reader story I ever wrote and published, and as much as I love it I kept thinking of how much my writing has improved since then and couldn't help but give it a rewrite. The original is still available under the same name (if you read it already and this looks familiar, that's why) but I wanted to try and give this another go for those who were interested. (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.

RANK #1 IN HAZBIN (1/1/26) Hell has a lot of noise-but some signals are impossible to ignore. You never thought you'd hear Vincent's voice again. You especially never thought it would follow you into the afterlife. Once competitors on opposite sides of the screen, you're forced to navigate a Hell where broadcasts never end and grudges don't die. Some rivalries don't stop when the show does. COVER ART NOT MINE

Y/N was a shark demon - sharp, silent, and lethal. In life, she was a hitman in the 1950s, a ghost in velvet gloves. But irony bit back - the mother of one of her victims hired a killer to end her. Death didn't stop her; it only sharpened her. In Hell, Y/N rebuilt her reputation blade by blade. Not famous, but unforgettable. Until one arrogant sinner hired her to kill an Overlord - expecting her to fail. Instead, she succeeded. Brutally. Publicly. The moment her dagger struck, every screen in Hell went static. Vox watched the kill live and fell instantly - obsessed, entranced, in love with the chaos she caused. She became an Overlord by right of blood and skill. He became her shadow - desperate for her attention, for her love. He chases. She evades. He adores. She endures. Static and teeth. Will Vox ever get under her skin? Or will Y/N stay untouchable forever? You'll never know unless you read the book... So get to reading ya filthy fuck. --Started: Nov 6, 2025-- --WORK IN PROGRESS--

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.)

'A' is the best undercover agent/cop in the world, known for her unique and useful set of skills. Nothing is known about her beside her gender, there is no record of them otherwise. Chief Yagami, in a desperate attempt to find Kira, contacts her and asks her to come help with their investigation. To their surprise, she's a weird girl, much like L. And something that Chief Yagami didn't expect, they've met before. Two weirdos falling in love ^-^ (I don't own death note or its characters, only Oc's. This is non-profit) (Not complete)