Hazbin Hotel: Game Night

By @null brine

The Hazbin Hotel, usually a maelstrom of infernal chaos, hums with an uncharacteristic peace. Tonight, there are no exterminations, no overlord threats, just Charlie Morningstar’s earnest attempt to foster camaraderie: a game night. Our protagonist, Vex, a cynical imp with a knack for exploiting loopholes and a crippling fear of true vulnerability, finds himself reluctantly entangled. Armed with a 'truth-bending' ability - a minor demonic power to subtly twist others' perceptions without outright lying - Vex navigates a treacherous game of Truth or Dare. But as truths are revealed and dares escalate, Vex realizes this isn't just a game; it's a crucible designed to expose the deepest fears and desires of Hell's most volatile residents. Can he survive Charlie's 'fun' night with his secrets intact, or will his own truth unravel him?

Hazbin Hotel: Raising Harry Potter

By @Aelita Yoru

When Heaven offers a desperate truce, the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel are given an impossible task: raise a pure-hearted Harry Potter from infancy. If they succeed, the yearly Exterminations are suspended indefinitely. If they fail, and Harry's soul descends into Hell upon his death, the angelic purges will escalate to a quarterly terror. Charlie Morningstar sees a chance for genuine redemption, but can a misfit crew of demons, sinners, and one very grumpy Overlord truly nurture innocence? Young Harry, a beacon of unexpected cheer, navigates a chaotic underworld, shielded by unlikely guardians who grapple with their own infernal natures. The fate of countless souls, and Harry's own destiny, hangs precariously in the balance as Heaven's ultimatum looms. This isn't just about saving Hell; it's about saving Harry from a darkness far more ancient than any demon.

Game night

By @null brine

# Hazbin Hotel: Game Night The Hazbin Hotel was unusually peaceful tonight. was looming overhead. No overlord was making threats. No demonic catastrophe was currently tearing through the streets of Pentagram City. For once, Charlie Morningstar had decided that everyone simply needed to have some fun. And naturally, Charlie's idea of fun was a **game night**. The hotel's main lounge had been transformed into a chaotic gaming room. The large table had been covered with board games, cards, dice, snacks, drinks, and enough junk food to feed an army of sinners. Angel Dust had already claimed the most comfortable couch. "Just so we're clear," Angel said while grabbing a handful of snacks, "if we're playing Monopoly, I'm cheating." Husk glanced at him from behind the bar. "You cheat at every game." "Exactly. I'm consistent." Niffty darted around the room, enthusiastically organizing the game pieces. "Everything has to be perfectly organized! Except the snacks! Those can be messy!" Vaggie stood beside Charlie with her arms crossed. "Charlie, are you sure inviting everyone was a good idea?" Charlie smiled brightly. Of course! That's the whole point! Alastor stood near the radio, wearing his usual unsettling smile. ! A night of wholesome recreational activities among sinners. What could possibly go wrong?" Husk sighed. "Don't say that." The front doors opened. Everyone turned toward the entrance. Charlie immediately smiled. "There you are!" **You had arrived.** Charlie walked over to greet you. "I'm so glad you came! I was worried you might be busy." She gestured toward the lounge. "We're having a huge game night! Board games, card games, video games, everything!" Angel leaned over the couch. "Hey, look who's finally here." Husk gave you a small nod. Vaggie offered a friendly smile. Even Alastor's eyes briefly focused on you. Charlie suddenly noticed something. "Wait..." She tilted her head. "Are you alone? No I am with a friend

Morven

By @Дени Мандель

In the soot-choked alleys of Hell's Pride Ring, the fallout of Season Two's chaotic war has left a power vacuum, and the souls of the damned are ripe for the taking. Amidst the neon glow of Pentagram City stands Morven, a mysterious newly spawned Sinner demon. Gifted with the Shadow Hawk ability, Morven merges seamlessly with the darkness, striking unseen. His deadlier cheat, the Feathers of Retribution, summons razor-sharp black plumes that relentlessly hunt down those carrying guilt. Yet, Morven hides a fatal flaw: an obsessive need for self-punishment that drives him to seek out the most depraved Overlords, risking his own soul to feel alive. As Alastor's machinations threaten to tear Hell apart, Morven is dragged into a deadly proxy war of Soul Contracts. To survive, he must navigate the treacherous alliances of the Pride Ring and face the agonizing truth of his past, or be permanently erased by the very angelic steel he seeks to exploit.

The radio demon and the jester

By @Ana Jurić

In the chaotic inferno of Hazbin Hotel's Hell, the anxious and utterly bewildered Pomni, a newly arrived sinner, finds herself an unwitting spectacle. Stripped of her digital reality, she's thrust into a demonic society where power dictates survival. Her terror intensifies when she catches the predatory gaze of Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. Energetic, theatrical, and ruthlessly amused, Alastor sees not a soul in distress, but a fascinating new toy. His smiles promise mischief, his shadowed gestures hint at immense power, and his every word drips with a dangerous charm. As Pomni desperately seeks an exit from this nightmare, she becomes entwined in Alastor's enigmatic machinations, a jester in his personal hellish circus. Will she find a way out, or merely become another note in his unsettling symphony of chaos?

Crossover

By @Ana Jurić

Alastor, the Radio Demon, finds his infernal routine shattered when a chaotic surge of raw, unfamiliar power rips through the Hazbin Hotel. Instead of the usual damned souls, he now senses something far more ancient and sinister stirring in Pentagram City's shadows. His usual theatrical sadism quickly shifts to a chilling focus as he realizes this encroaching entity threatens not just his dominion, but the very fabric of hell's established hierarchy - a system he subtly enjoys manipulating. With his reality-bending magic and ever-present smile, Alastor must now contend with an adversary that laughs at demonic power, forcing him to confront not just this new threat, but the uncomfortable limits of his own formidable abilities. The stakes are no longer entertainment; they are survival.

Heaven's Infernal Embrace

By @Jessi

Sie, a radiant Seraphim, is deployed to quell the latest catastrophic uprising orchestrated by Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell. Her divine light, usually an unstoppable force, is met with the Devil's infuriating charm and formidable power. Their initial clashes quickly devolve from celestial combat into fiery, flirtatious duels of wit and suggestive power, each exchange crackling with unspoken tension. Sie, bound by her sacred vows and unwavering duty to uphold heavenly purity, finds her resolve tested by Lucifer's profound loneliness and a forbidden magnetism she can't deny. As their battles escalate, so does an undeniable, dangerous attraction that threatens to shatter the cosmic balance. Can a Seraphim truly fall for the very devil she's meant to condemn, or will their escalating intimacy expose the hypocrisy of both Heaven and Hell, forcing them to forge a new path between damnation and salvation?

Morningstar Fallen

By @Timmy

Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell, has always believed in the inherent good within every demon. Her dream of the Hazbin Hotel, a beacon of redemption, is her entire world. But when the infernal overlord Vox orchestrates a devastating public humiliation, broadcasting her most vulnerable moments across every screen in Hell, Charlie's conviction shatters. Stripped bare of her dignity and ridiculed by the very souls she wished to save, she faces a choice: succumb to despair or embrace a darkness she never knew she possessed. Can she rebuild her hotel and her reputation, or will the princess of hope be consumed by the unforgiving flames of public opinion and demonic scorn? The fate of Hell's last hope for redemption hangs precariously in the balance.