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!

Elvia wants redemption-not for power, not for glory, but for love. She believes her husband, Vincent, went to heaven after her death in the 1940s, and the Hazbin Hotel is her only chance of reuniting with him. But there's a catch: Alastor knows who Vincent really is. And he isn't in heaven. Vox x oc This book follows dark themes. (its hazbin so i would be surprised if it didnt)

Y/N was an exorcist-a weapon of divine wrath, trained to slaughter demons and return to the clouds. She'd never lost a fight. Never questioned her purpose. Never imagined she could be taken. Then Vox happened. The Overlord of technology, obsession, and control didn't want her dead. He wanted her his. A cage of angelic steel. A collar that punished disobedience. Hands that knew exactly where to touch to make her forget she was a prisoner. Weeks turned into months. Hatred turned into something messier. And when the next Extermination arrives-when a real chance at freedom finally appears-Y/N has to make a choice. The sky is waiting. But so is he. A dark romance exploring captivity, dependency, and the fine line between enemy and something else entirely. Status: Complete Warnings: Dark themes, captivity, psychological manipulation, stockholm syndrome dynamics, explicit sexual content, BDSM elements, humiliation, violence, mature language.

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!)

"Hell Wide Web" everyone knows what it is but no one knows how it works, except for one. The one who controls and manipulates it, the one that Sinners, Hellborne and even Angels use and search on. And he's baaaack~ sinners rejoice- (Hellphone rings) "What?!...what do you mean you got BSD'd again?! ... Fucking Damnit VOX! That's the 5th time this month alone! Fine! Fine... Be right there..." Despite being one of Hell's Most Powerful Overlord, to the untrained eye. He's a glorified Tech Support, to those who know him... He's a walking Doomsday clock

[DISCLAIMER. I wrote this fanfic BEFORE Velvette's sexuality reveal. Please keep that in mind.] This wasn't supposed to happen. That's all Vox could think about as Valentino's blood painted the dark tiles. His lifeless body slumped against the chair, and his glassy eyes bore into Vox as though to say, "Look at me. You did this." His lover was gone, but that's not what kept Vox's heart pounding. Because Vox was responsible for the slaying of an overlord, and GOD was it thrilling. Somewhere in V Tower, Velvette awaited. He needed to go to her. He needed to break the news. He needed to make that goddamn deal. AKA, the fanfic where Vox is a broken sinner, a dusted house awaits on a hillside in Lust, and the eyes of God never shut. Word count: Approximately 26,100 *TW // Blood, knives/weapons, flashbacks/nightmares, violence, vulgar language, death, potentially disturbing imagery, abuse, sexual imagery, self harm, suicide; This is one of my darkest fanfictions, so keep these TWs in mind. I don't sugarcoat things.

Y/n was a really famous designer when she was alive. Everyone from her time would proudly wear her brand. When she arrived in Hell, she couldn't handle being a nobody. She made her way up to the top, making connections everywhere around Hell-making friends, clients, and even enemies. Every deal sharpened her reputation, every appearance made her harder to ignore. Hell began to whisper her name the same way the living world once had. That didn't escape the eyes of a certain TV head. Simple curiosity turned into fascination. Fascination into fixation.

( ─ vox x fem reader ! ) "𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒, 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄." envied by sinners and overlords alike, vox is royally pissed at his top employee, (y/n) upon discovering her betrayal to his company. the two turn from the perfect pair to competing rivals. but when a bigger problem arises, they're left to nothing but feign their way through liking one another. tropes: rivals to lovers, fake dating, forced proximity

He used to talk about the future in small ways. Us getting an apartment with better water pressure, us taking a road trip with no plans. Us, always us, woven into every daydream. Before the glow of screens claimed him. Before ambition rewrote him. Before "us" became something he didn't remember to say anymore. Success changes people. And Vincent? He didn't just change. He acted like a god. Every promotion drew him higher, pulled him farther, until I could barely recognize the man I used to curl up beside on the studio roof. But tonight? Tonight was different. Tonight wasn't just important to him, it was his chance to make history. ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 11/20/2025 Ended: 11/20/2025 ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

After declaring war on heaven, Vox has decided to get an innocent soul from heaven as his hostage. Isn't that lovely? Now heaven has to take drastic measures in order to keep your safety in tact. "I'll make sure you're damaged until unrecognition." TW'S IN FIRST CHAPTER!