[Vincent Whittman/Vox x Fem!Reader (Hazbin Hotel)] - A city wired for sound, screens, and spectacle. Vincent Whittman built an empire on broadcast signals and blind devotion. His voice reaches everywhere. His audience listens without question. What begins as entertainment slowly mutates into something far more dangerous-until admiration turns into obedience. Enter Y/N L/N: meticulous, observant, and assigned as Vincent's personal assistant. Working behind the screens that make him untouchable, she manages schedules, calibrates equipment, and keeps the machine running smoothly. She knows his habits, his temper, and the systems that amplify his influence. She also notices the cracks forming long before anyone else dares to. As Vincent evolves into Vox, his following grows-and so does his hunger. Praise becomes currency. Silence becomes threat. Vox demands loyalty without hesitation, while Y/N begins to question the cost of keeping him on the air. In a world ruled by screens and voices, resistance doesn't look like rebellion. It looks like hesitation. And Vox never ignores hesitation. When control finally collapses, it doesn't end where it should. Hell has reception. And some connections don't break when the signal dies. --- ⚠️ **Content / Trigger Warnings: Psychological manipulation, cult dynamics, violence, death, dark themes, power imbalance, morally gray characters. This story follows a **female reader × Vox (straight)** dynamic. While other characters may have LGBTQ identities consistent with the original series, the central romance focuses solely on Y/N and Vox. All characters and scenarios belong to Vivienne Medrano (VivziePop). This is a fictional fan work.

You, only new to hell for a few months finally landed a stable interview at VoxTek. Only knowing your upcoming boss from his many channels as well every sort of tv or tech around. You had no clue what you were getting into. And neither did Vox. Vox didn't hire you specifically. He got other employees to do that for him. As your first interview with him didn't give him much to work with. You were bland to him nothing more then another sinner that worked for him and did his dirty work. So when weeks go by, your presence grows on him. He can't help but wonder what your doing, where your at, who you're talking to .. Without warning his dominant tendencies turn onto you. His obsession with you constant in his mind. He wants you, needs you. And he will get you in his grasp one way or another. Even if he had to get his own hands dirty. ||Slowburn<3||

Vincent Whittman was your cult leader husband, although he'd always deny the cult accusations. You were his "traditional" wife, so to speak, due to the time period being the 1950's. Vincent loved you though, even more than him feeling like a god. You helped assist him through everything, including the murders. You were bed ridden with a severe flu the day he died. He had an event, a big one, he had his followers there and it was broadcast. You were able to watch the events unfold. You saw the wires to that TV snapping before it even fell onto his head. His death was a tragedy for you, putting you into a deep depressive state. Authorities caught up to you a few years later, but before they could even detain you, you drank a small vial of poison in case this day ever came. You arrive in hell once you die, navigating through all of its complexities. As decades pass, you remain distraught about not finding Vincent. You kept seeing advertisements for the Vees, a group of three overlords and their company called VoxTek. Vox, the media overlord piqued your interest for an unknown reason. You applied to work for the Vees, following instinct. Luckily for you, you're hired! ⚠️ Warning! This story is: 18+ & contains Hazbin Hotel spoilers for both seasons! Content warnings: smut, violence, potential cnc, unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulation, being hypnotized (by Vox) and or drugged (Valentino's smoke), potential non-monogamy, Valentino is a warning within itself tbh I do not own Hazbin Hotel, or its characters!

"What do you want?" You ask nervously. Obviously, this is a ransom. Money? Drugs? What else could it want? "Just some company is all. Nothing serious." Your face falls flat 'Seriously?'

Vox x Female Reader !!TW!! When Violet appeared in hell 3 years ago, she quickly got the feeling she did not belong. She disagreed with the divine judgement, and when she saw that angels came down from heaven to exterminate the souls of hell, she saw an opportunity instead of a massacre. Hiding in the shadows, she began to steal money from those in hell with power, the overlords, in hopes that one day she will make enough to bribe an angel to take her back with them to heaven. To where she felt she belonged. Saving the biggest fish for last, she sought to rob Vee tower, not knowing it would lead to what she feared most: Facing her sinful nature. (This story involves a lot of dark themes and is a smut fanfic so please read author's note!)

*this is a short three parts story with an open ending to which I may add parts in the future. > Alastor was gone for seven years, no note or answer. So who could blame you for finding solace in his enemies arms? But when he comes back, it seems he expected to find you waiting for him. A type of chaos ensues you weren't prepared for. Would you have to choose between them? • vox × fem!reader × alastor

Leaving France to go to New York to go to an Ivy League school for coding wasn't an easy task espesially as a woman in the 80s. Suddenly, a man slides into the booth of the coffee shop you'd been studying at. He brings more peace to you than expected, but he has a dark side to him, but maybe you do too.

A book filled with deep talks, second chances and finally, a moment of peace for Vox. This book does not contain heavy angst or adventurous fights, my focus will be mostly on deep psychological problems and it's solving.