Set in the normal world where no Grimm exists. (y/n) gets a blast from the past and a certain someone doesn't like it one bit.

》》REQUESTS CLOSED, ON HOLD《《 Just a bunch of Oneshots! I wanted to be the first Helluva Boss x Reader book and I waited for the pilot to release. Feel free to request! Also sorry for spelling errors I'm not English. I know the differences between your and you're for example tho!

(Y/N) knew she was different from the other demons, she was able to sing like an angel and most other demons believed she shouldn't be in hell. But she was there, from the moment she met the white furred spider known as Angle Dust she was hooked on him. Follow her or you l, in your journey to finding love and who you really are, what you really are. Short but hopefully good 😆

You woke up in the middle of the street (I DONT OWN ANYTHING ONLY THE OCS AND STORY!!) (Please don't judge me this is my first time writing a story)

*Discontinued but I'm leaving the story here * You're name is (Y/N) and you love being a drag king. You're a huge tease and love playing with people hearts. You're favorite drag style is mostly based on the 1940s men clothing. You like to flirt with mostly girls, but to mostly just to steal there stuff when they're not looking. You love being a jerk, stealing and being annoying. You don't have any friend except one named, Bruce Isaac. You guys been friends since middle school. Bruce doesn't like how you act or do. He try to talk you out it but you don't listen or ignore him. You like dragging Bruce in what ever you're doing if he likes it or not. One day, on your 21 birthday you decided to go to a club with Bruce to have fun and maybe cause some trouble. You were having the time of their life until... You woke up, don't know how long you been out. You look to your side to find a weird creature that looks similar to your friend Bruce. Freaking out You look up and trying to clam down to only see a red sky and a sign that says 'Welcome to Hell!'. Rated M 18+ Sorry for my cringing writing. I hope you enjoy !

It's the early 1920s, and your a local in New Orleans, Louisiana. You were listening to the radio one evening just in time to hear about the new bar opening down the street. While on your journey, you found yourself becoming enamored for a charming young man that seemed perfect. Almost too perfect... I DO NOT OWN HAZBIN HOTEL. ALL RIGHTS GO TO VIV. THE ART IS NOT MINE. STORY IS MINE. MAY CONTAIN INTIMATE(not all the way smut) OR GORY SCENES. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. This is also my first fanfic I ever wrote so sorry if not up to high standards you guys are used to seeing. Edit: HEY PLEASE READ THIS!!!! This story is pretty old and I was literally ass at writing when I was starting this story. So, if one or two chapters don't really make sense, PLEASE KEEP READING I PROMISE I GET BETTER🙏🙏🙏 Achievements: #15 in "Alastor" #7 in "alastorxreader #6 in "alastorxreader"

A boy all alone in hell finds his true family and goes on great big adventures with them

Just a steamy fanfic that came to my head cuz Blitzo is amazing. This is also my first fanfic that I am creating, but I have written stories before so I'm a noob but kinda not? Anyways, let us take a dive into this madness.

Alastor X F.Reader - Not In Canon - NSFW - Viewer Discretion Is Advised I do not own the art displayed and all characters of Hazbin Hotel are owned by Vivziepop. Author Note: WELP GUYZ, I'm gonna give this a good ol' try and see if you all like it. Not a big fanfiction writer, so hopefully we can figure this out together! ^_~ ---- This isn't how you imagined your life would go, nor that it would be taken from you so quickly. Life is fragile and it's fleeting. Like time itself is always speeding up, year after year until... It stops. Frightened after having been ripped suddenly from the world of the living, you're now in a much more sinister place that's unimaginable. Filled with terror, anarchy and bloodlust, you'll have to learn to navigate this existence, and quickly. Still reeling from your untimely death, you haven't had a chance to process death, what you've become, or what you're capable of. An unlikely cast of demons is willing to help you, but at what cost to you? --- "My dear, don't be shy! Turn that frown upside down! You're in great company this evening, surely you can find solace in that!" Alastor swept one arm up, open handed, gesturing in a wide birth, as though unveiling paradise for me to be mesmerized by all there is to behold. "...This is hell. Actual hell. Literal hell. The definition. This is ridiculous. You're---" The words were forced, choked out through a contracting throat. Each word burning as I spoke them. I walk to the radio sitting on the lobby desk, shaking my head as though it'll help to will the words out. I reach for the off switch, my mind begging for all of this madness to end. The chaos in this lobby is dizzying. Before I slide the switch to off, still choking on my words, I'm interrupted. Alastor's voice isn't cheery anymore. The static rasp deepens, his every word reverberating in my body.. all I can do is freeze in place. "Darling, Let The Radio Play."

I know he's not that popular of a character. But it's killing me, I need to make a x reader, I have some really good ideas! You've been in hell for a while, you live at the Hazbin Hotel with Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Alastor, Niffty, and Husk. You are not allowed to leave the hotel, as every one says "you are to special" One day, you save a mysterious stranger, who holds a big grudge against your friend Alastor.