(Alastor x FEM!Reader) Y'all, my friend and I wrote this. I wrote: all of this She wrote: the storyline Alastor, the Radio Demon, thrives on power and control, using his sinister charm and sharp mind to manipulate the chaos of Hell. His eerie grin and the crackling static in his voice mark his terrifying presence. In his eyes, Hell is a game-and he's always the one in charge. But when Y/N arrives at the Hazbin Hotel, his carefully constructed world begins to shift. Y/N is everything Alastor despises: bright, energetic, and annoyingly hopeful. Her relentless optimism and refusal to bend to the darkness of Hell make her a glaring contradiction to everything Alastor stands for. Where most souls cower, she stands tall, poking fun at his creepy demeanor and challenging his reputation without a hint of fear. Her playful defiance is a disruption to his controlled chaos, and yet... Alastor can't seem to shake her from his mind. Their encounters are a whirlwind of sharp banter and sarcastic insults. Y/N's charm gets under Alastor's skin in a way he's never experienced before. He finds himself lingering when she's near, drawn to her laughter and the way her presence fills the hotel with a warmth he both loathes and craves. What began as mere amusement for him slowly transforms into something deeper, something he can't quite name. As the tension between them builds, the dynamic shifts. Alastor, master of control, finds himself losing grip on the careful boundaries he's always maintained. Y/N, persistent and unfazed by his dark nature, begins to uncover a side of him even he didn't know existed. But with Alastor's dark past looming, their relationship is anything but simple. Trigger Warning: Cannibalism, violence, Hell, murder, smut, and dark themes Explicit Smut, 3rd Person

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.

❝Was that an invitation for me to go on a road trip with you?❞ ❝Depends. D'you want it to be one?❞ [Modern Roadtrip AU] In which you find yourself in the middle of an impromtu roadtrip, and realize that maybe spending some quality time with Arthur Morgan in the middle of nowhere isn't nearly as bland as you expect. Completed. Warning! Contains foul language and mature themes. Disclaimer! All characters appearing in this story are owned by Rockstar, with the exception of some original characters and the Reader. Cover edited by me.

❝Reckon I'm a bit like a dog, aren't I? She showed me kindness once and now I keep thinking about coming back.❞ ❝A dog is far too domesticated for you, Arthur Morgan. You're a wolf.❞ [Bounty hunter AU] In which Arthur Morgan, the man you're supposed to capture, not only accidentally saves your life, but makes it a whole lot more complicated. Status: Completed Warning! Contains foul language and mature themes. Highest ranking: #1 in rdr2 Disclaimer! All characters appearing in this story are owned by Rockstar, with the exception of some original characters and the Reader. Cover edited by me.