Vox X Alastor: Heat Week
Alastor has been in a rut for a week now.
Alastor has no interest in sex. Especially with his enemy. But he's easily flustered, leading to some awkward situations I guess (Cover isn't mine!!)
~Enemys to lovers~ ■□■□■□ ♡Vox and Alastor Ship!♡ □■□■□■ 《Warning: includes 18+ themes and language!》 ■□■□■□ ☆Started☆ February 25 (Midnight), 2024 ☆Ended☆ ??? ■□■□■□ ☆Updates☆ Wednesday and Fridays! □■□■□■ ☆Fanfiction: Hazbin Hotel☆
~A TVRadio Fanfiction~ Vox and Alastor have been enemies since a dispute not long after the arrival of Vox, their view points on technology (and other opinions) too different for them to get along in the slightest. As well as the hurt emotions the deer demon refuses to acknowledge or forgive. But what Alastor doesn't...
Alastor could have said with complete honesty that he had zero interest in sex. Up until recently. Except, he still hated the idea of being close to someone. The thought of sex disgusted him. But the power that came with it was intriguing. ---- Alastor wants Vox's soul. He decides on an unconventional way to get it. ...
He moved the cursor to click off, when he suddenly heard a very recognizable static laced tone. Alastor. Alastor. What the fuck. Alastor is singing. Vox unintentionally ran claw marks across his desk, an increasingly common habit for him as of late. He grimaced at his now ruined table and unsuccessfully tried to reel...
Blitzø Kind Of Fucked Around With The Grimoire And Opened A Portal To Bluey, The Gang Went In Because Why Not...They Realize They Are Stuck. Fuck.