This story takes place in the early 1920s. After a series of bizarre murders in the Crescent City a new reporter steps into the spotlight. A chance encounter brings you both together in a whirlwind of scandal and romance. But all is not what it seems.

✮⋆˙ 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 ──────── ⋆⋅ ( dad figure! Alastor x daughter! OC! Reader ) 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦! Stitcher never believed in heaven, hell, or any form of afterlife. Their existence was simple. Serve the Operator, follow orders, and feed the hunger for revamped. That changed when a portal tears them from their world and dumps them straight into Hell. But divine punishment isn't what they expect it to be. Instead of fire and constant torture, there's a circus hotel for redemption, run by the princess of Hell herself. And the most persistent part of their damnation? A certain grinning, radio Overlord who seems to see through the stitches and mask, down to the sleep deprived girl underneath. Now, trapped inside the realm she never asked to be in, Stitcher must navigate through group therapy, avoid cracking their persona, and outmaneuver the Radio Demon himself. All while wrestling with the haunting purpose she left behind... and the terrifying, unfamiliar urge to maybe, stay.

Y/n lives by herself in the woods of the cabin her father built for her. She also got a big plot of land from her father after he died. In her free time, she likes to hunt. No, she loves to hunt. She preferred to hunt deer, but she wasn't opposed to hunting something else. Even though she lives alone, she still talks to her friend Crystal, a friend who lives in New York. Crystal and Y/n often share dares with each other. Life was great, but everything changed after an encounter with a red deer and a dare that would make Y/n have to summon a very powerful demon. Ok, I know what you thinking. And I know that I haven't finish the other two stories but I just had to make another one. Too many ideas in my head. If this is your first time reading some of my stuff, please check out my other stories. Yes, this is another Alastor X Reader. I know, I know. I have a problem. Picture and characters do not belong to me unless I say otherwise. Hazbin Hotel and its characters belong to Vizzepop.

~ When you died , Valentino took you in and showed you his ways with demons and ends up having you as one of his stars in his Porn Studio. It is time to set the stage and bring the lights. All eyes will be on you~ But at what cost? ~ Alastor X Reader (Deer Demon)

Your name is Y/N L/N and your no living a normal teenage life. But...you manage to make your path stable, although...your curiosity leads you to him...him meeting you leads him to his insanity. Now the question is... How's the path Y/N? Ruined? After all his the one that drags you to Hell. Who knows 'Love' can gave off a thousand shades of RED. . . . "I might say...that your quite interesting, darling." Gaining his interest?...Oh wait, that would be a dangerous one.

"I can't believe it...am I really dead?" He took a step closer to me, his smile widened as he spoke, lifting a claw'tipped hand he tapped my nose with a chuckle. "hmm, my dear, your life has just begun " ⚠️I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY! ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNDER THE OWNERSHIP OF VIVZIEPOP⚠️

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**

Her manners were like those of royalty, she always helped those in need, she dressed modestly - so unusual for Hell. She was unlike anyone he has ever met before, so polite and sweet, like she didn't belong there at all. To be honest, it was a mystery to him how such a fragile and selfless creature managed to survive in the hellhole they called their home for so long. Well, that was until he found out that her sence of justice was a bit more than twisted. *** "I suggest you leave the premises immediately, sir," she smiled gently even as her arm was lodged deep in the demon's chest, sharp claws piercing her black glove at the other side of his body, "unless, of course, you would prefer me tearing some ribs out when I pull out. And if you were to stay even after that, I am afraid I would have to use my other hand and rip your heart out. Do not get me wrong, dear sir, I take no pleasure in harming you but I will take any means necessary to make sure you do not repeat your actions." *** This is a Hazbin Hotel fanfic, so there will be obviously mentions of violence, sex and even rape. So If you are triggered by such things, please do not read. The cover picture isn't mine, and neither is Hazbin Hotel and its characters. All of it belongs to their rightfull creators. I only own the plot of this particular story.

New Orleans had been your home since you were born. But one fateful night changes everything you know about the world. Dying and going to Hell wasn't in your life's plans. A chance run-in with Mimzy puts you on your feet, but you manage to fall right into the path of one of Hell's strongest Demons. You quickly notice something's off about the Radio Demon when it comes to you, but you can't help but challenge him and piss him off. (The description is a work in progress, so it'll probably change frequently until I can figure my life out, sorry about that) **WARNING: depictions of violence and gore, crude language, drug and alcohol use, themes that may be triggering, and sexual content that may not be suitable for all audiences.** **I do not own any characters of Hazbin Hotel, and of course, I don't own you, the reader. ***Disclaimer: the demonic appearance/type has a specific description; however, please feel free to imagine something different or more to your liking.

Y/n L/n comes from a wealthy upper class family in the 1920s. Y/n came from a not so healthy home life after tragedy strikes the renowned family and the question of who is the heir of the company comes into question. What extent is Y/n willing to go to, in order to assure her position in this not so legal operation her family runs.