#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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Reblog with your occupation and I’ll make you a banner aswell

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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."

[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.

Taglist: @ultimate-percussionist

[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

[sneakyxthexclown]

Looking for a Beta Reader?

Hello everyone! As someone who is obsessed with fanfic and writing in general, I wanted to post an official announcement that I am available to beta read fanfiction for others! I can help with the following:

Brainstorming/outlining

Content/plot

Character development

Flow/transitions

Grammar

Word choice

Proofreading

Self-esteem boost

And anything else you request!

I prefer to read for fandoms that I know very well, so I have included some below, but feel free to request me for other fandoms as well. I've also included some ships that I prefer to write for, but I am willing to beta for fics that include other ships as well:

Helluva Boss (Stolas/Blitz)

Hazbin Hotel (Angel/Husk, Charlie/Vaggie)

Doctor Who/Torchwood

Good Omens (Crowley/Aziraphale)

Hannibal (Hannibal/Will)

X-Files (Mulder/Scully)

Supernatural (Dean/Castiel)

Sherlock (Sherlock/John, Moriarty/Sebastian Moran)

Hunter x Hunter (Kurapika/Leorio)

Sailor Moon

Loki (Loki/Mobius)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Les Misérables (Enjolras/Grantaire)

If you are interested, feel free to message me over Tumblr with the details of the fic!

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I miss 'em..... I should write them...😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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

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Sympathy for the Devil

Lucifer x F!Hunter Reader

SPN x Hazbin Hotel Crossover



You have been hunting alongside the Winchester brothers for a while, your life consumed by the hunt. But for the past few months, you have been tormented by vivid, unsettling visions. As you start to uncover the truth behind these haunting vision, you’re driven to find the mysterious woman from them. But what will happen when you cross paths with a certain fallen angel who has taken an interest in you?

��Another chapter posted so soon?! Who knew I had it in me.

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Chapter 2

A man dressed in a pristine black suit walked up the cobblestone path, his polished shoes gleaming in stark contrast to the blood-red skies overhead. With a swift motion, he straightened out any creases in his jacket and approached the large door, knocking firmly. Behind it, the sound of commotion made him roll his eyes, though he quickly composed himself as the door creaked open.

Standing before him was a slender woman, her striking features bearing an unmistakable resemblance to her father. She beamed at him with a welcoming grin.

“Hi there! Looking for redemption? You’ve come to the right place!” she chirped.

The man resisted the urge to cringe, instead offering a well-practiced smile as he gave her a formal bow. "You must be the Princess of Hell, Charlotte."

The woman awkwardly laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “Uh, yes, that’s me. But Charlie is fine. Really, no need to bow or anything.”

She gestured for him to stop, but the man didn’t rise from his bow until he deemed he’d shown enough respect. When he finally stood upright, his sharp brown eyes met hers—bright red irises with yellow sclera, radiating hope. It was the kind of hope reserved for the souls she aimed to redeem, those seeking a way back into Heaven.

“Very well, Miss Charlie,” he said, his tone still formal.

Charlie winced at his insistence on addressing her with such formality, but let it slide. However, as she inspected the man more closely, her cheerful demeanor faded. Recognition dawned on her, and with it, disappointment.

"I'm afraid I'm not here for redemption," the man continued, his voice smooth but firm. "My interests lie elsewhere. I work on Hell’s behalf on Earth and have done so for quite some time. But that’s neither here nor there. I’ve come seeking someone."

Charlie’s face brightened a little, the hopeful tone returning. “Oh! Are you looking for one of our residents? I can fetch them for you.”

Before the man could respond, hurried footsteps approached from within the hotel. A figure stepped in front of Charlie, arm outstretched protectively. They stood tall, glaring up at the man who had so easily infiltrated their space. The visitor’s smile widened as he recognized the figure standing before him.

"Hello again, Lucifer. It’s been quite some time, hasn’t it?"

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "What are you doing here, Crowley?"

[ . . . ]

Lucifer glared at Crowley, who sat across from him in the hotel’s parlor, leisurely sipping tea as if they were old friends. The serene atmosphere of the parlor, with its warm tones and soft lighting, was a far cry from the tension simmering between them. To Lucifer’s dismay, his daughter Charlie had insisted this would be a "great exercise" in managing his temper—something she believed he desperately needed, especially when it came to dealing with those who provoked him as much as Crowley did.

Had Lucifer been the one to answer the door, Crowley wouldn’t have made it past the threshold. A flick of his fingers, and the demon would have been reduced to ashes for daring to show his face in front of him. But Charlie had intervened with those wide, pleading eyes of hers, and against his better judgment, Lucifer had relented. He would hear what Crowley had to say, though his patience was hanging by a thread.

The silence between them was palpable, broken only by the delicate clink of Crowley’s teacup and the distant murmurs of hotel residents from downstairs. Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and after a few more moments of watching Crowley sip his tea with infuriating calmness, he finally broke the silence.

"Why in the seven rings of Hell are you here, Crowley?" he growled, his voice laced with venom.

Crowley opened his mouth, no doubt ready with one of his usual snide remarks, but Lucifer quickly added, his tone darker, "And don’t you dare say you’re here sightseeing or some shit like that."

Crowley smirked, setting his teacup gently on the table in front of him. He met Lucifer’s piercing red gaze with a smug glint in his brown eyes. “Rest assured, Your Majesty, I’m not here to stir up old grudges. Not like before, of course,” he said, his tone laced with mock civility.

Lucifer’s grip tightened around the apple-shaped head of his cane, his knuckles whitening. The air around him seemed to darken. "Watch it," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

Crowley remained unfazed, lounging back in his seat as if Lucifer's threats were nothing more than idle chatter. "I'm here on business, Your Majesty," he said, the smirk never leaving his face.

Lucifer scoffed at the very idea. “Whatever you’re offering, my answer is no. I don’t care what it is.”

Crowley leaned forward slightly, his expression growing more serious, though the glint of amusement never left his eyes. “Oh, I think you might want to hear me out this time. After all, what I’m offering could be of mutual interest.”

But Lucifer wasn’t biting. He had no patience for whatever scheme Crowley had up his sleeve, no matter how enticing it sounded. His eyes narrowed further, his voice cold as he repeated, “No.”

Crowley sighed in frustration, letting his head fall into one of his hands. He rubbed his face wearily before fixing Lucifer with a sharp look. “Fine, stay on your high horse. But you’ll want to rethink that once you realize you can’t control unauthorized Hellborn slipping onto Earth. They're messing up my business, my carefully crafted empire, and if you can’t handle it, I will have to intervene!”

His voice rose with anger, the sharp edge of his words slicing through the tension in the room. His glare matched Lucifer’s, the weight of his threat hanging in the air.

Lucifer remained still, trying not to show any reaction, though his mind raced. Crowley wasn’t bluffing. As much as he hated to admit it, unauthorized Hellborn running rampant could spiral into chaos—not just for Crowley’s operations, but for Hell’s delicate balance. He couldn’t let this stand. The idea of Crowley, of all demons, coming to him with a genuine issue gnawed at him.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, but his tone remained cold. “Crowley, I don’t know what kind of game you’re trying to play, but only authorized Hellborn are permitted on Earth. I’ve ensured it myself.”

Crowley leaned forward, his gaze never wavering. “Then explain why they’re slipping through the cracks. Because they are —and it’s getting worse.”

Crowley lifted his head, his tone losing any trace of smugness. “These Hellborn are killing my clients, Lucifer! My clients! I’m the King of the Crossroads, for Hell’s sake! I always hold up my end of a deal, but these Hellborn are rampaging on Earth, slaughtering my clients before their time is up.”

Lucifer sighed, his irritation giving way to something more serious. Crowley was right—this wasn’t just about his business, it could spiral into something much bigger. If Hell’s order fell apart, it wouldn’t just be Crowley’s empire in jeopardy. An investigation would need to be launched, though he had no intention of sharing that detail with Crowley. The last thing Lucifer wanted was Crowley visiting his daughter's hotel more often, stirring up drama that could drive potential residents away from their path to redemption.

“Where was the last place you heard about these Hellborn?” Lucifer asked, attempting to gather information without giving too much away.

Crowley’s frustration was palpable as he answered. “The last client they murdered went by the name Emberlynn. Can you imagine my surprise when she stormed into my office, demanding to know why her soul was collected seven years earlier than promised?” He huffed, his anger barely contained. “They killed her in her home in Rockview, North Carolina. I don’t care what you plan to do, but something needs to happen—and soon.”

Lucifer listened in silence, processing the gravity of the situation. Crowley stood abruptly, moving toward the door. As he reached it, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, his tone sharp. “Step up your game, Your Majesty. If more Hellborn break loose and wreak havoc, Heaven’s eyes will be back on Hell before you know it.”

Just as Crowley opened the door, Charlie appeared, balancing a tray of snacks. She looked up at the demon with a smile, only to pause when she sensed the tension in the room.

“I brought some snacks, in case you guys were hungry…” she trailed off, her smile faltering as she took in the dark atmosphere.

Crowley’s expression softened momentarily, and he moved aside to let her pass. “No need, Miss Charlie, I was just on my way out.”

Charlie gave him a slow nod, watching as he shot a final glare at her father before departing. Lucifer remained seated, his fiery red eyes fixed on the floor, deep in thought as Crowley's warning echoed in his mind.

Charlie watched Crowley disappear down the hallway, relieved to see Vaggie there to ensure he was escorted out. They shared a brief smile before Vaggie followed him, leaving Charlie alone with her father. She turned to Lucifer, who was still sitting in the armchair, staring at the floor. Kneeling beside him, she gently placed her hand on his arm.

“Dad? Is everything okay?” she asked softly.

Lucifer looked up, meeting her worried gaze. The concern in her eyes made him smile despite the heaviness in his chest. He reached up, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her forehead. “Of course, Apple Pie. It was just business. You shouldn’t worry about it.”

But Charlie wasn’t convinced. She could see the tension in his posture, the weight of something more troubling than just "business." “Dad, please,” she insisted, her voice gentle but firm. “I want to know what happened. It can’t be just business—I could hear the yelling from behind the door.” Her eyes pleaded with him to be honest.

Lucifer sighed, feeling the conflict within himself. He never wanted his daughter to worry about Hell’s affairs. She had enough on her plate with the hotel and its mission for redemption. But if the situation with the Hellborn continued to escalate, it could threaten everything she’d worked for, even jeopardize Heaven’s support for her dream of giving lost souls a second chance.

“You heard that, huh?” Lucifer gave her a soft, rueful smile. “Guess there’s no fooling my little Apple, is there?”

Charlie leaned in, her expression still full of concern. “You don’t have to protect me from everything, Dad. What’s going on?”

Lucifer hesitated, but he knew she was right. She deserved to know what was happening, especially if it could affect the hotel. “Crowley... he’s dealing with unauthorized Hellborn slipping onto Earth,” he explained quietly. “They’ve been killing his clients—souls that were supposed to fulfill their deals but were taken too soon.”

Charlie’s eyes widened as her father’s words sank in. "For all I know, they could be killing others who don’t even have any relation to Hell," Lucifer continued, his voice grim. He gripped the arm of the chair tighter, the strain in his jaw evident as he considered the possibility.

“So innocent people are getting caught in the crossfire?” Charlie asked, her voice barely a whisper. The thought of it made her stomach churn. If Hellborn were loose, wreaking havoc without reason or orders, the consequences could be disastrous—not just for those tied to deals with Crowley, but for anyone unlucky enough to get in their path.

Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "That’s what I have to figure out. Crowley’s pissed, but if this keeps going, it won’t just be demons taking out his clients. It could start drawing attention from Heaven. If they catch wind of Hellborn killing innocents, they’ll come down here and start pointing fingers."

Charlie felt a lump in her throat. "But if Hell is out of control, it’ll ruin everything we’ve been working for…”

Lucifer looked at her, his eyes softening despite the hard edge in his voice. "I know, Apple Pie. And I will fix it. But you need to stay focused on this hotel, on your work. I’ll deal with the Hellborn."

She shook her head. “I don’t want to stand by while you handle this alone. Let me help.”

Lucifer smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You are helping. By keeping this place running, by giving souls a chance at redemption. That’s more than I ever did.”

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he would need to pay Rockview a visit. The idea of Hellborn running unchecked was bad enough, but Crowley’s claim that they had started killing people long before their contracts were due? That was a problem Lucifer couldn’t ignore. He had to see just how bad the damage was.

He glanced over at Charlie, who was still watching him with concern in her eyes. "I’ll need to head to Earth soon. See how bad things really are. If Crowley’s right, we’ve got a bigger mess on our hands than I thought."

Charlie frowned, her fingers tightening around the arm of the chair. "Dad, are you sure it’s a good idea to go there alone? What if…"

Lucifer reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I’ll be fine," Lucifer cut in gently, offering her a reassuring smile.

"I’ve dealt with worse. But I need to handle this myself. “You keep doing what you do best here, keep things running smoothly. If this gets out of hand, we’ll need every bit of good PR we can get for Hell, and this hotel is our best shot. This hotel is the future – your future–and nothing is going to stand in the way of that. I’ll make sure of it.”

Charlie reluctantly nodded. "Just… be careful, okay?"

Lucifer chuckled, brushing her cheek lightly with his fingers. "Always am, Apple Pie."

But as he stood up, his mind was already racing with thoughts of what he might find in Rockview. If things were as bad as Crowley suggested, this might be the start of something much bigger—and far more dangerous.

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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

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you can’t tell me this song isn’t incredibly crobby coded. and hilson coded.

and lonelyeyes coded.

and billford coded.

and staticmoth coded.

and oh man i’m starting to see a connection between all my favourite ships.

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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.

[tytarax]

In the space between life and death, where light dare not touch and shadows rule, there lies a realm forgotten by both Heaven and Hell. It is here that Death walks—silent, inevitable, and ancient. But when the flames of Wrath grow restless and a king of sin comes to claim her, the balance of their world begins to shift. What happens when the one who governs endings dares to share a throne with the one who feeds on rage?

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