Heaven and Hell, is there truly a difference? One seraphim thought there was until her world was turned upside down. Now as the second fallen angel, she must find a new path for her eternal life or be forever stuck in despair. I do not own Hazbin Hotel. Co-Written by Mr. Hardcor3.

This story is gonna be about my two favorite eddsworld ships. This is also based on a rp that me and a friend are currently doing, this contain angst, self harm (not a lot), etc- I do have headcannons, but I'll tell you them in my authors note :3

So Idk what I made this for but expect slow chapters and bad narrating TvT but yea. (Also Matt is a top and Tord is a bottom)

It's a book of my art,,, yeah,,

Edd likes tom but he doesn't want to tell him this story might contain smut and\or fluff, so viewer discretion is advised!! MAY CONTINUE IDK KNOW YET, read my other stories

Tord is laying low, trying to get use to his new arm, and trying to forget those he left behind. Unfortunately, it wasn't working. His mind and emotions toyed with him until some alchohol convinces him to reach out to make an unexpected alliance. Tord's bases have begun to fall. There is a secret enemy and spies in the mix, along with a missing boy that could be the turning tide of the war.

This is after "the end", the house is rebuilt, tord is in the house again, sleeping on the couch. The rest is kinda unexplainable, enjoy!

It's always hard to say goodbye but, why is it easy to say hello?

tom is an introvert. a blank sheet. tord is an enigma. a mystery. what happens when the two become neighbours? pastel!tord x tom. disclaimer: this is not my fanfic, it is a reupload, the original author left and deleted their account.

going to write random one-shot stories about qftim and stuff