#supernatural x hazbin hotel

[queen-of-wisdom]

Ideas for Hazbin Hotel fanfics

(because I am too lazy to actually write them and it doesn't fit into my Wattpad (yeah, I write fanfics on Wattpad, so what)))

1. Emily and Charlie explore heaven together! (extra points if prejudices, bonding, radicalization of Emily)

2. Lucifer x Hazbin Hotel crossover

Charlie visiting Lucifer on earth (maybe even at the police station???). Humans are baffled bcos Lucifer always acts like a casanova and then gets soft when he sees his little girl

3. Charlie's first time on earth

This could go many ways:

- Charlie is confused about earth (why humans seemingly all hate each other)

- Charlie is confused about earth (why it's so peaceful)

- Charlie is confused why humans look that way (I mean, her only examples for humans are Adam and Lilith, who don't really look like us)

4. Charlie using her powers (including her political power because she is, you know, the HEIR TO THE THRONE OF HELL) . No plot required.

5. Danny Phantom x Hazbin Hotel Crossover

Look, you can't tell me that no ghost is at least aware of hell. So why not tell Danny? Ghosts that are secretly demons, portals, ghost king!Danny.

6. Supernatural x Hazbin Hotel

The Winchesters want to summon Lucifer (or some other weak ass reason, idk) but get Charlie instead. But oh no, protective dad!Lucifer doesn't really likes it when his daughter is kidnapped.

7. Good Omens x Hazbin?

A few good ideas

- Crowley, for what ever reason, has to go down to hell (already saw a fic like that but can't get enough of it, eh)

-Adam Young meets Charlie. Sibling bonding. Differences.

- Aziraphale being disturbed by how much of a dick his lovely Adam Eden is now (extra points: Lilith)

When you write or read a fic that have any of that, please tell me the name in the comments! I would be thrilled.

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[yesihaveaobsession]

The Books

Alastor x female reader (others mentioned)

Summary: The reader (you) was a supernatural hunter(ess) back when you were alive on Earth, and so you decided to show everyone God aka Chucks books.

A/N- this was so fun. I love written a mini crossover . Let me know if you want more supernatural x hazbin hotel

You hunted when you were alive and back on earth, and that was not deer hunting and / or ducking hunting. It was hunting that was life risking, anxiety pumping through you, and most of all, fear You hunted supernatural creatures. You name it, you hunted it.

You somehow ended up in this weird and odd hell, but became great friends especially with The Radio Demon, Alastor. He enjoyed hearing all your hunting stories. But today you wanted to show everyone something that was oddly terrifying for you atleast. Chucks Books.

You gathered everyone in the lobby, and you held up an old, weathered book. Its viver was faded, and only the title was unmistakable. "Supernatural." Confused filled Charlie as she asked. "What's that?" Her eyes wide with interest.

"This." You began. "Is one of God's books. Or as I knew him as Chuck." You looked around, the room silent until Angel Dust scoffed, but his curiosity got the best of him like everyone else. "God wrote a book? Like a freakin' bestseller or somethin'?" His hand gestures were flowly and animated, and he talked slow to get every detail in.

You smiled. "More than just a bestseller. Chuck wrote everything that happened in the universe. This book, and others like it, detailed the lives of two brothers and close friends of mine, Sam and Dean Winchester, who hunted supernatural creatures. Just like I did." You said, looking at the book and feeling a shiver down your spine. All those memories flown back, which soon disappeared when you looked around the room again.

Vaggie then crossed her arms, skeptical. Understandable, she seemed to have trust issues, and you were still new and throwing out this outlandish information that sadly was true. "And you expect us to believe that God was some kind of author?"

You let out a sigh, "Believe it or not," you replied flipping through the pages. "These books were like prophecies, everything written in them came true."

Alastors' eyes widened. "Fascinating! And you say this Chuck wrote your life as well?"

Your gaze met the Radio Demons, you weren't sure if he noticed your blush but you then said, "in a way yes. Every hunt, every death, every encounter with the Supernatural- it was all part of his grand narrative."

Charlie was on the edge of her seat, leaning in closer, her excitement peaked. "So, you knew about Heaven and Hell and all of this when you were alive?"

"More than you'd beileve, I hunted creatures that would make even some demons here nervous. Angel's, Demons, monsters- you name it." You said closing the book.

Angel Dust leans back in his seat, golding his arms behind his head. "So, what's next, Supernatural Girl? Are you gonna tell us how it all ends?" You smiled. "Not even Chuck wrote an ending for that story. But as for us? We're writing our own tale down here."

Alastor was very much interested which excited you because back then you didn't laugh at it when it happened but now that you are looking back at it, these sinners are learning and it makes you laugh about how crazy it sounds.

The room fell into crickets and Alastors smile never seemed to unwaver, everyones mind started to think. You looked over at Alastor and he looked back over at you.

Oh, how you were interesting, and he wanted to know everything about you.

[adhd-and-anarchy]

As a fanfiction writer and reader, I have so much respect for fanfiction and the authors and the work that goes into it... but god I need a second to admit just how much I hate yandere writing. I'm sorry, you guys are so creative and don't ever let anyone tell you what you can or can't do, but does anyone else just hate yandere stuff?? It's just, I love reading things where the characters are accurate! And they never are in this stuff -- they're all SO out of character and I just hate it. I love you authors though, and I hope u keep writing what makes you happy <3

[tytarax]

Our Father, of all of us

Of the poor, of the homeless

Of the marginalized and the unprotected

Of the disinherited and the owners of misery

Of those who follow you and those of us who no longer believe in you

Come down from the heavens

For there is Hell

Come down from your throne

For there are wars, hunger, injustices

You don’t need to be one and three

With just one who wants to help

It would be enough

What is your kingdom? The Vatican?

The Banks? High Politics?

Their kingdom is misery, violence.

Their daily bread is rape

Gender violence

Pedophilia, dictatorships

In temptation, I fall daily

There is no tomorrow in which I am not tempted to create a humble, just God

A God who is on Earth

In the valleys, the rivers

A God who lives in the rain

Who travels through the wind

And caresses our soul

A God of the sad, of the homosexuals

A more human God

A God who does not punish, who teaches

A God who does not threaten, who protects

That, if they fall, will lift them up

That, if they get lost, will extend a hand

A God who, if they sin, will not blame them

And who, if they doubt, will understand them

For that is why you gave them intelligence

To doubt everything

Our Father, of all of us

Why have you forgotten them?

Our Father, blind, deaf, and idle

Why have you abandoned them?

The words of her prayer echoed in the void, a lament carried through the stillness of the place. Here, between the layers of existence, where neither Heaven’s light nor Hell’s fire reached, she ruled—a gray wasteland of wandering souls, where time bent, and judgment lingered out of reach.

Y/N, known as Death, walked its shadowed paths, her form draped in flowing obsidian, her wings like a torn night. The souls in her care trembled when she passed, for even here, in the land of waiting, her presence bore weight. She was not cruel, but she was absolute. She was not forgiveness, nor was she condemnation.

She simply was.

And she had been since the moment mankind first erred.

Her existence began in the garden, on the day a man and a woman stood before a tree and chose to defy the divine. With a single bite, sin entered the world, and through sin came death. She appeared as the shadow cast by their choice, a being neither blessed nor cursed, but necessary. As their naked shame drove them from Eden, the golden angel and his lover fell, casting themselves into the abyss. Their rebellion birthed Hell, and with it, she found her purpose.

From Adam to Moses and beyond, her reign stretched, a silent witness to the rise and fall of countless souls.

Her wings stirred the air as she walked, trailing whispers of a timeless truth: Where sin began, so too did Death reign.

Lately, however, something was shifting. Heaven, for all its proclamations of purity, had dirtied its hands. The boundaries between realms grew thin, with rumors of clandestine acts spilling across the planes. The Exterminators, Heaven’s sword, had begun to cut deeper, venturing beyond their mandate to cull Hell’s chaos. It was not their place to meddle with the balance. It was hers.

Y/N paused, her sharp gaze cutting through the haze that veiled her domain. She spoke, not to the wandering souls, but to the realms above and below. Her voice was calm, almost gentle, but it carried the weight of a thousand ages.

“Sin entered the world through man’s folly, and death through sin. Through me. You could not escape me then, and you cannot escape me now.”

Her fingers brushed against the mist, parting it to reveal Hell in the distance. Its sprawling expanse flickered with life and fire, chaos and control. At its heart were the Seven—monarchs of sin who wielded power as old as her own.

And if Heaven thought it could encroach on her realm, bypassing the laws of balance, it would find its reckoning not in fire or light but in her shadow.

A faint smirk curved her lips, though it carried no warmth. “You cannot rewrite the beginning, and you will not dictate the end.”

With a final glance back at the stillness of her domain, she stepped forward into the parted mists. The paths closed behind her, and the gray silence was left once more to the wandering souls.

Death was no longer watching. She was moving.

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Masterlist

Hiii Welcome to my blog! I will mostly write anything that you want, just please don't be weird with the requests. I don't have that many stories out yet but please send me your requests! Alsooo, if you guys want me to make a tag list, I can, just let me know!

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[caprenoctem]

Drew the King and Queen of Hell as a request for my bestie ♡

This made me realize how much they look like each other, and their hair reminds me of parrots :') so cute

[reblogs are appreciated]

[jazzmasternot]

I love this character so much, I wanna get him pregnant….

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main masterlist

hey loves! here's my directory/masterlist/little library of obsessions/whatever you want to call it!

HAZBIN HOTEL

lucifer "bow chica wow wow" morningstar

SUPERNATURAL

dean "i think i'm adorable" winchester

sam "so get this" winchester

castiel "i learned that from the pizza man" novak

jack "i like nougat" kline

NEWSIES

jack "santa fe" kelly

THE GREAT GATSBY

jay "today's the day" gatsby

nick "turns out, Manhattan's expensive" carraway

OUTERBANKS

jj "housekeeping" maybank

SUITS

harvey "i don't play the odds, i play the man" specter

mike "i'm just one generation away from poor white trash" ross

9-1-1

eddie "what's going on? i don't like this" diaz

evan "ooo, you made him cry" buckley

YOUTUBERS

sam "REEEEEEEE" golbach

colby "RAHHHHHHHH" brock

[arcanumofthestars]

Why the fuck does writers block exist

Like it's my favourite thing in this hell why can't I do it😭

Anyone that has any tips? I'm begging

[stardustandmeteors]

❝regeneration❞ | Alastor x time-Lord! reader

(SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 1 OF HAZBIN HOTEL)

note: this has been stuck in my head for a while, and I know it's random, but I really wanted to write a crossover one shot between HH & DW because I love these two shows so much T-T

Summary: after the battle between the extermination angels and the Hazbin Hotel staff, y/n had thought that all the drama was finally over and she could get back to trying to figure out how to get back to the doctor and their companion... That was the plan, but the universe seemed to have another plan stored for her.

y/n smiled at her friends, feeling relief washed over her as they finally finished constructing the new and improved Hazbin Hotel.She couldn't stop the swelling feeling in her stomach that something else would happen that day, but she had ignored it, continuing her conversation with her friends. If only she could include them as one of her companions, but the universe would never allow that, she doesn't even know why the universe would allow her in hell like this. She wondered if the doctor and his companion were looking for her.

It's been months since she last saw her fellow time-Lord and the human companion he had accompanied them. She had never been fond of humans, or human companions. Their lives were a blink, and they had such evil in their hearts. But after getting to know those human companions of his throughout history, she couldn't help but get attached to their species and their planet. Everything was so fascinating about them, especially when she had gotten sucked into Hell by accident when something had pulled the TARDIS. It was blurry on how they got separated, all she knows is that the two are either lost or are looking for her.

Her teeth grind together as she feels something beneath her skin pulse hard. No, not now. "Uh, hey toots, you okay?" Angel dust asked, which stopped everyone's conversations. y/n looked at them, a golden hue glistening from her skin.

"y/n, you've got, uh something on your skin." Lucifer said, pointing at his face. She stood up from her spot on the stool in front of the bar.

"no. No, no, no, no." y/n said, her body facing her friends. They've never seen a regeneration, they knew she wasn't humans, but the fact that this was how she would end her life, in hell of all places. She looked up at them, fear lacing her features. "No, please, I don't want to go. Not yet, I..." Tears started to stream down her face. Everyone looked at her as her hands started to also glow with the same sparkly golden hue. Alastor's smile strained, watching the person he surprisingly got close to, look at them helplessly.

"what's happening to you?" Charlie asked in a panic, wanting to help, but not understanding what to do. y/n turned around to face the front doors when she heard a voice she hadn't heard since the incident with TORCHWOOD.

"I'm regenerating..." She breathed, watching as a familiar blonde smiled her way. "Rose..." She said, watching the blonde walk up to her slowly.

"uh, who?" Angel spoke, confused.

"the first person to ever see this face. She's in another dimension, with another me. They're happy... She's happy." She watched the blonde raise a hand and put it on her cheek.

"I miss you," Rose whispered, letting her face go and backing up from her slightly.

"I miss you too. I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you sooner," y/n said sadly, wishing she could actually feel her, but she couldn't. The time-Lord turned back around to her friends, her eyes meeting Alastor's. If there was anyone else she wanted her new face to first see, it would be the Radio Demon.

She held a hand out towards him, walking slowly to him, before stopping, the pain of the regeneration was great. She looked up at the ceiling, her arms now out. "Get back!" She heard someone yell as she screamed in pain, the energy leaving her body as it reshaped her cells into a new person. She didn't want to leave, but it was time. Sometimes, she hated to cheat death.

Once it was over, she leaned forward, gasping for breaths. Something with her voice sounded weird, but she didn't understand it. She grabbed her face and gasped, "oh my God! I'm a man!" y/n exclaimed, surprised with the new regeneration body. His eyes landed onto Alastor, who looked just as shocked as the rest. Never in their lives before death did they ever witness a regeneration. It was all new to them.

y/n walked quickly towards Alastor, which startled him, as he backed away and into the bar, sitting on one of the stools as y/n went between his legs to get a good look at the demon's face. y/n ran his tongue over his teeth, and gasped again, "new teeth! Ha! Now I know how the doctor feels! Hey, you're pretty cute for a dead guy!" y/n looked over Alastor's voice again before getting out of his space. "Boy, am I hungry. You've got apples? I sure do love apples! Honestly, I can never be sure though. New mouth, new rules. Such as, I have to go shopping for some men's clothes. Wow! I haven't done that in years!" He laughed. Though, before anything else could happen, he suddenly felt very sleepy. "Oh, boy, someone better catch me."

"are... Are you gonna faint?" Charlie asked, walking slowly over to the new figure.

"mmm, in about, twelve seconds." He stuck his tongue out. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he fell forwards, Charlie catching him as the radio demon rushed to them.

"what just happened?" Angel was confused, like all of them.

"I have no idea." Vaggie shook her head with a sigh.

"I think I'm gonna need a drink after this." Husker grumbled, watching as Charlie and Alastor out the newly regenerated y/n on the lobby couch.

"you and me both," Lucifer nodded. Things would only get more interesting from this moment on. Especially with y/n already choosing his own companion, even though they're already dead. But what's the worst that could happen? By definition, he was a God, and he could do anything he wanted. Screw what the universe thinks, he doesn't have to be alone anymore. Sure he had the doctor and the companion, but he never had a companion of his own. Hopefully it'll be more forgiving to him this time.

This is just a one shot, but if anyone wants a continuation from this, I'll be happy to write this whole crossover into a short story, or something. Yes, it's still an Alastor story, and I know he didn't talk in this one shot, I just didn't know what he'd say in this situation, considering it was new for everyone in the hotel.

[yesihaveaobsession]

Deer Demon and The Hunter

Alastor x female reader x Dean Winchester (Sam and others mentioned)

Summary: Alastor flirts with you well by being himself and Dean isn't having it.

A/N- I'll do another part if y'all want and if this does well. Let me know Dean and Alastor are both mu husbands so I would LOVE to write more of the two of them together.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dilapidated streets of Pentagram City, you followed alongside Dean, with Sam shortly behind. Surprisingly, there was a lot of crime in this hell. It was a different hell that none of you had ever come across before, nor had the Trickster even talked about it as part of his fantasies. The relationship between you and Dean was complicated; you both felt strongly for each other, but due to the life that both of you put your heart and soul into, it just would never work.

After trying to avoid all the killings and other crimes on the streets of the new Hell, you came across a very large hotel. It was so big that you could probably see it from miles away. In fact, almost like a beacon of twisted hope amidst the chaos. Deciding that it was late and you needed to find some vacancy, the three of you walked into the doors of the Hazbin Hotel. As you stepped in, you didn't notice Dean was standing much closer to you than before, as you all took in the very... red... scenery. Putting down your duffel bags, which you had no idea how they got there with you, but they did.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension run down your spine. Suddenly, in the shadows, a figure stood. He was much taller than both brothers, surprisingly, because in your world, no one was taller than the two brothers. Standing proud in the center of all the red chaos stood Alastor, formerly known as The Radio Demon.

"Ah, a trio of hunters coming into our LOVELY humbled establishment, which we call a hotel," Alastor said with animated hand gestures as he apporched you all. you noticed the deer features instantly, as did the two brothers. You also noticed the Joker Ish smile that graced his face. In fact, it never seemed to fall. His claws rested on what seemed like a cane, which had a microphone and an eyeball on it.

Dean, the protective one out of the group, shot him a distrustful glare, and he stepped closer to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back gently to shield you from this thing. He knew you could handle your own, that's how you two met, but he couldn't shake the fact that if anything were to happen to you, he would never forgive himself for it. "We're just passing through," he grumbled, his voice dripping with skepticism. Throughout this interaction, you realized that the deer demon's red eyes were on you the whole time, not even paying attention to Dean's glares. Your heart sank, and you got a bad feeling. Alastor pushed passed Dean and over to you.

"Ah, but a lady such as yourself deserves a warm welcome," he crooned, offering you, his arm. "Allow me to show you around, my dear." You hesitated for a minute, holding out your hand towards the tall man, although accepting his gesture. He then kissed the back of your hand, making you blush. Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. As Alastor led you through the corridors of the hotel, his charm and wit were impossible to resist. He regaled you with stories of the underworld, his words weaving a seductive spell around you.

Dean's jealousy simmered beneath the surface, his jaw clenched as he watched Alastor's blatant flirtation with growing irritation. Sam attempted to diffuse the tension, but it was too late—the hunter and the Radio Demon were on a collision course. Dean saw Alastor place his claw on your lower back, which sent him over the edge. The hunter confronted the Radio Demon, his lips snarled, and Alastor seemed to enjoy it. "Back off, Radio Freak," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "She's not interested in your games."

Hoping Alastor would take the hint, he didn't. His smile only grew bigger, a hint of challenge in his eyes as his neck twisted, then his body faced Dean head-on. "Ah, seems you're the one playing the game," Alastor said, and you winced, as did Sam. You both knew that this wasn't going to end well. The tension between the two men crackled in the air, the atmosphere charged with primal energy as they squared off. It was clear that neither would back down, their rivalry fueled by pride and desire. Dean's nostrils flared, and Alastor just continued to smile down at him.

You sadly found yourself in the middle of the two tall men. After the Princess of Hell broke the two apart, Dean didn't think twice and pulled you away to calm down. Dean grumbled something under his breath as he rummaged through his duffle bag.

"Dean?" You began but soon were stopped.

"That demon, or whatever the hell he is... he's getting under both of our skins."

"Well, I—" You shut up after the glare Dean had sent you. There was a knock on the door.

"It's fine, Dean, he's just being sweet," you shrugged and opened your hotel room door. The Radio Demon stood there proudly.

"Evening, my dear," he said, looking over at Dean who was fuming, then back at you. "I was hoping you'd join me for some tea."

[contumacious-arcadia]

Sry about the made up categories.

Love, Random first time fanfic author