Heyo! The name's Adrian. Welcome to my Hazbin Hotel X Reader Oneshot book! I will do requests, and will write about any character (apart from Katie Killjoy, I hate her). Enjoy! CREDIT FOR HAZBIN HOTEL AND ALL OF ITS CHARACTERS TO VIVZIEPOP

Meet Y/n a 21-year-old Genderfluid person who had been born into a family who loved nothing but the vintage era, the fashion and everything. Her life has been sorta great for the years but the thing is their family is Christian very, very Christian. They have baptized him and made her go to church. Yet, every time they would get horrible sick, why? Well, for starters they're an Atheist. He didn't care much about church since she hardly believed such a "fable". One day they decided to summon a demon to prove that a point to themselves and prove things like demons and Satan didn't exist. Who knew she was wrong. Oh so wrong. Welcome, to "I'll Always be With You, Darling~" Update message from Calypso 2/08/24: Greetings, I'm subtly updating things lmao :>

(Y/N) was killed during the Great Depression and never did anything for herself in life and wanted to make up for that....in hell. So she gets a job at I.M.P in Impcity and her boss Blitzo (o is silent) decides to do something so outrageous (Y/N) has to make sure everything goes well in the end for everyone. And what is it that Blitzo did exactly? Well he "Joined Forces" with the princess of hell to "improve" his company and help out the princess's passion project. Perfect, hell with all of this going on you might actually find "romance" in your lonely life hahaha Oh wait. (Completed)

"You're the psycho that killed my parents after killing me!" "That was my biggest regret." "Fuck you, Alastor." - The radio demon, Alastor, killed you, but once you got to hell, he broadcasted your parents murder. It was perfectly timed, you gave the sly bastard credit.

It was a tense night in hell, there was something wrong. Everyone knew it, but they didn't know where it was coming from. What could possibly be causing all of hell to be so jumpy? So, afraid. They finally got there answers when a certain someone arrived in hell, you. You were the cause of all their fear. Why? Read to find out~ (I don't own Hazbin Hotel.)

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."

we all know the rhyme "roses are red, violets are blue" but what if down in hell it's not all its cracked up to be? y/n has always hoped for someone to love her like in the books and rimes she reads, she was quite an old fashion girl, loved singing and dancing, until she landed in hell after the "incident". She stopped looking for love for a while and took time to herself until she met him, what happens when she falls for someone of his profession? --- a/n: I know alastor is asexual! But in this story I think I put him mor in the demisexual catagory nothing belongs to me except this story! alastor and the rest of hazbin hotel belongs to VivziePop💞

This is a story about a fallen angel. Sorry for any grammar mistakes or mistypes.