This story takes place before Adam died, the canon plot will not be the main point of this story, though it is mentioned. This is mostly focusing on the bond between Adam and Lute. So basically just a normal Adam x Lute Fancfic. Contains vile language, traumatic scenarios, maybe smut, and other stuff typical shown in Hazbin Hotel but you'll already know that if you watched the show! Please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. The fanart that I use as a Cover does not belong to me, it was made by the amazing artist "@ky0kko02" on TikTok! In general all the characters in this story do not belong to me but to Vivziepop. __________________________ミ★ #1 - guitarspear (23. March. 2025) #1 - #adamxlute (08. December. 2024.) #16 - #ship (27. March. 2024.) #4 - #hazbin (16. March. 2024.)

You met Lin at "Hamilton" auditions, and since then, you've had a huge crush at him. Then, you're introduced to your best friend's new boyfriend... a.k.a., Lin. Life only gets more complicated from there.

(𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊! 𝕾𝖕𝖞 𝖝 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖝 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖗! 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗) (SLOW UPDATES! I REPEAT! SLOW UPDATES! IT'S MORE VISUAL THAN MY OTHER BOOKS!) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡! ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ℂ𝕠𝕕𝕖 ℕ𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕋ℂ9527, ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗 ℝ𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤' 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝔸𝕜𝕒, 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕐/𝕟 𝕃/𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕁𝕠𝕓 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝔼𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪. ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖 𝕀𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕆𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪. !!⚠️(𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮)⚠️!! (𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺3 𝑾0𝑹𝑫5) (4𝑩𝑼𝑺3) (𝑽𝑰0𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪3) (𝑵5𝑭𝑾) (𝑺3𝑿1𝑺𝑴) (𝑺3𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽3 𝑺𝑯1𝑻𝑺) (𝑹𝑬𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺) (𝑴4𝑵𝑮𝑨 𝑺𝑷0𝑰𝑳3𝑬𝑹𝑺)

~Mature for language and implied smut~ *Completed* "Are you planning on kidnapping me? 'Cause you look way too kind to be a criminal." Lin turned his head from the book he was intently staring at (about cannabis cultivation, of all things) to look at you. He was caught speechless and crossed your arms, giggling. "You talkin' to me?" He asked. Pairing: Obviously Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Bella Swan is a closed off, stubborn eighteen year old struggling to heal from resurfacing childhood memories. She is determined to refuse help from anyone, but when she is finally opened up by Forks High School's mysterious outcast and her best friends brother, Edward Cullen, she finds herself in serious trouble. "You don't get to decide who lives and who dies. That's playing god. It isn't right." Trigger warnings at the top of chapters (NSFW/violence/etc.) *I do not own Twilight. All credit goes to Stephanie Meyer.* [Started April 8th 2020] (Chapters are each 2000-5000 words)

lin x reader , you and lin being best friend in high school but after Graduation Everything changed at once Ex-friends are now meeting again ... , story line finish. every week i wrote imagines beetween yoou and lin

Y/N Holland was born in a family of a father who works for the Magisterium and a mother who cares for her. She was home schooled for her childhood, but decided to go to work at Jordan College to study the Alethiometer. She meets Lyra Belaqua and Lee Scoresby, a charming man who loves her dearly. She is slow to confess her feelings, worried about what he will say.

You had always had a crush on Usnavi, ever since you first met him in his bodega. One day, you finally build up the courage to ask him out, after your best friend, Benny, pushes you to. But things don't go exactly how you planned... Will you be together in the end?

Madisyn Connelly, or MC as people called her, considered staring at the wall for the next hour a viable entertainment option. Her life was, to put it mildly, predictable. Wake, work, maybe catch a movie, sleep, repeat. The thrill was gone, replaced by the beige monotony of suburban existence. That's when her phone buzzed. It was a text message from an unknown number: "Hello? Are you there?" Madisyn sighed. Just another wrong number. She typed back, "Wrong number, sorry." and went back to contemplating the life she was living. The reply came instantly: "No matter how I put this, it'll sound crazy. I've gone over this many times in my head." Followed by "Wait a sec. I have to add the others first. Please don't go." Thomas, Cleo, Dan, Richy, Jessy... These names were strangers only moments ago and now resonated with a strange urgency. "We need to ask, How do you know Hannah Donfort?" Madisyn hesitated. She was about to send another dismissive reply, but a flicker of... something... stopped her. Boredom? Curiosity? A subconscious yearning for something more? "I don't know anyone named Hannah," she typed adding a question mark at the end, unsure why she was even bothering. The next text chilled her blood: "Hannah's my girlfriend and she disappeared. Three days ago to be exact." And so began Madisyn's unwanted adventure. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow connected to this Hannah, these people, this desperate plea. Madisyn's heart hammered. Worried texts, Hannah's disappearance, Madisyn's phone number on Hannah's phone... it all pointed to something far more sinister than a simple misunderstanding. The search led her down dark alleys and into smoky bars. She faced threats, endured intimidation, and felt the cold grip of fear more times than she could count. She had discovered that even in the most ordinary of lives, there was the potential for extraordinary courage, love, and power to make a difference. And it all started with the wrong number.