It's a Fanfic about Charlastor (Charlie x Alastor). May contain some violence (gore), language (duh) and a little NSFW (we are SINNERS after all. Haha, get it, SINNERS? Oh, never mind, why do I even bother).

Just a book that focuses on Hazbin Hotel. I freaking love the fandom and the characters, and mostly the ships ≥3≤. This book may have a lot of shipping involved so be aware. Mostly covers Chalastor and SpiderMoth or VaggieDust so if you're not a fan of these ships, please no rude or hate comments. Hazbin Hotel belongs to VivziePop.

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💞

Charleston / Charlastor - oneshots and multishots that I also post on AO3 under the name "RealTypeTalks".

This is a Chalastor story. I do not own the characters. This starts as Alastor is a human and you get Charlie and Alastor's side of the story. Hope you like it.

(Completed) Dragged down to hell by certain causalities, you run Into a demon unlike any other. Alastor loves to pop up around you, know what you are doing, and constantly tell you what to do. What is his problem? He seems awfully interested in you, and what "you hide." What will happen? Will this start love or war?

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.)

In 1924, (Y/N) worked as a seamstress for the nobles. Tailoring dresses to make a living. Everything was normal, until a strange smiling man came into her shop. Read more to find out

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