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Series

Only Love Can Hurt Like This Complete

(Alastor x fem!reader, slight Vox x fem!reader)

• Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V

• Part VI • Part VII • Part VIII • Part IX

• Part X • Epilogue

Tags: Angst, Eventual Smut, Romance, Dark

TW: SA, Sexual Content, Non-Con, Abusive Relationship

18+ (MDNI)

Summary: After spending years of being Vox's secret lover, one smile from a man tied in a chair is all it took to realize you were worth so much more.

Kiss of Death

(Alastor x Angel of Death! Fem! Reader)

Part I (Coming soon...)

Summary: Every sinner has met death. She escorts every soul to judgement, whether Heaven or Hell. After an eternity at such a repetitive job, there is one soul that left an impact on her heart.

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Hello everyone. I am so sorry for being MIA. I wanted to let y'all know that I'm okay but I've been battling some depression and hardcore health issues.

But I'm still here and I haven't forgotten about all of you. ♥️ I'm hoping to post more once I've gotten a bit better.

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Little Girl Gone

(Lucifer x Reader)

Summary: You would do anything to protect the peace of your realm. Even if it meant leaving your family for 20 long agonizing years.

Based on this ask.

Note: I hope you enjoy! 🥰 Lots of time skips and I had a little bit of writers block with this one for sure! Still, I hope you like it!

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“Mommy don’t go!!” Little Charlie said, running up to you and clinging to your dress. You almost buckle at the big round eyes full of tears looking up at you.

Since your fall from heaven alongside Lucifer, you've served as the Diplomat of Peace between Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Each year, you meet with God and representatives from each realm to discuss strategies for promoting peace and prosperity.

This small group of representatives, known as the Council of Peace, consisted of the Speaker of God, appointed by Heaven as its representative, and a human representative, whose term changes every 60 years due to human lifespans.

Normally these meetings only last a few days before you can return home to your husband and daughter, but God has asked for an extended gathering of 20 years. This has been the longest gathering in its existence. It must mean something important is happening.

You were brought back to the present by the small sniffles coming from your daughter. “Oh my little star.” You said softly before kneeling down to her level. You hear hurried footsteps running down the hall only to see Lucifer jogging up to you. His face held so much sadness it broke your heart.

“Charlie…” he said, reaching out for her.

“It's okay love. I don't think I would forgive myself if I didn't say goodbye.” Grabbing your daughter's hands in yours, you looked at her. “Now Charlie, I need to go to make sure our people have a voice with the other realms. Our people are counting on us to represent them, and their needs. We can't let them down. I need you to be strong for Mommy.” You said, rubbing your thumbs along her small hands.

“B-ut…I’ll miss you…” she said tearing up again and falling into your arms. Her hysterics cause you to shed a few tears as well. “I'll miss you too dearest. Mommy loves you so much.”

Looking up at Lucifer you held your hand out and pulled him to the floor as well. He wrapped his arms around you both into a group hug. You kissed the top of your daughter's head, inhaling her scent. You made sure to memorize the warmth of your little family unit. You felt Lucifer's feathers wrap around you both, trying to shield you from the world.

Just one more moment…

A golden glow suddenly appeared in the entryway. A portal awaited you. Charlie only whimpered and held you tighter. “Now now my little star. I'll be back before you know it. 20 years is nothing to beings like us.” Lucifer held his arms out for Charlie.

Charlie looked up at him before running into his arms. You slowly stood and looked at your husband one last time. You had both said your goodbyes last night in the comfort of your sheets. Although truth be told, you both didn't do much sleeping.

He walks to you and caresses your face. His thumb wiping away the tears falling from your eyes. “Starlight…Come back to us.” He says, before kissing you. Setting a sniffling Charlie on his hip, he conjured a golden light on his palm. Once it vanishes, a golden necklace with three star charms, all representing the three of you, are left in its place. “We'll be here waiting.” he says, holding it out to you.

Holding back tears you pick up the delicate necklace before fastening it around your neck. “I promise as soon as I'm able to, I'll be home. Take care of our little star.”

Kissing him one final time and placing a kiss on your daughter's head, you slowly backed up to the portal.

Charlie's cries of “Mommy!” pierced your heart, but you had to be strong.

You didn't want to take your eyes off them. But as you stepped through the portal, it began closing, leaving the image of their sullen faces the last moment you see.

As soon as the portal closed, you broke down into hysterics. Your body fell to the floor wracked with sorrow. It wasn't until a soft gentle hand fell on your shoulder. “Now child, all will be well. You'll see. We have a very important mission ahead of us.” The Speaker of God gently helped you rise from the floor and compose yourself to the grueling task at hand.

~ 10 Years Later ~

Halfway through this little gathering, and you all still had no idea why God wanted to extend your stays. What you did know is that this was like no other meeting you had been to previously. Instead of working on strategies for peace, every day you were given a new test. Sometimes they were mental tests, and others like today were physical tests. It almost felt like training…but for what?!

Another slice to your leg brought you out of your thoughts and back to the arena you were currently dueling in. You screamed in agony as your golden blood dripped along your calf. “FUCKING BITCH!” You yelled at your opponent, a young winged soldier with grey short hair. Vaggie? Or Vaji? You honestly couldn't remember.

“[y/n]. Concentrate.” You heard from the rafters above you. God stood with the other representatives watching you. With the human representative already missing an eye, and The Speaker of God looking a little ruffled, you shifted your focus back to your opponent.

Pushing off the ground you ran full force at her, side stepping her attack before slamming the butt of your sword in the back of her head causing her to fall forward and let go of her weapon. You immediately pick up her sword and aim both yours and hers at her neck. Your heart hammering in your chest.

“Do not hesitate!” You hear him say.

In a fit of rage, you turned and threw both swords hurling towards the balcony. Each representative flinches back except God. The swords hit the balcony railing, sticking into the plaster.

“THIS IS NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR!” You yelled up at him. “This council was formed for peace, not to be a weapon for you!”

“How do you expect peace to prosper without war?” He posed in a calm manner. It only angered you further.

“What are you on about you crazy old man?! We just want the three realms to exist in harmony! Why do we need to become soldiers to do so?!” Your demon horns slowly began showing more and more as your anger built. “After all this time, you still haven't told us why we are here! How do you expect us to trust you if you won't even say why?! And don't give me that Faith crap you use on humans!”

He only smiled before transporting right in front of you. “You are needed to maintain peace long enough for my plans to fall into place. Come with me. I'll show you something.” He said, snapping his fingers, emitting a blinding golden light.

When the golden light vanished, you were standing in the throne room. God pressed a button and a pedestal with a glowing sphere began rising from the floor. “What is that?” You asked, circling the pedestal.

“This is the prophetic orb. It stores all of the prophecies, past, present, and future, of which I create. I know them all of course, but it's nice to have a database,” he said. “Frees up the mind ya know.”

He let out a soft chuckle. It was eery. He and Lucifer were not too different in mannerisms, but the egos were astronomically so. While your Lu was prideful, he was also unsure of himself a lot. God on the otherhand didn't seem the type to have doubts or anxiety.

“Now, I have seen a way for sinners to reach salvation, and it starts with little Charlie Morningstar.”

Your horns grew and a fury lit inside you. “YOU WILL NOT USE MY DAUGHTER AS A PAWN!!” you yelled in his face.

“Relax child. I am not going to use her. I am going to support her. When your daughter grows, she will find a way for sinners to redeem themselves in Hell, and become winners of Heaven. She is notably most passionate about your people. Yes, she really took your words to heart, the little thing. A hotel of redemption! Who would have thought?!” He said.

“She…she will?” Your heart soared and eyes watered as you saw an older Charlie greeting people in what looked to be a lobby of sorts. Tons of sinners flocking to the hotel to seek redemption. “Oh my little star…” you cried.

“But I must warn you, in order for this to come to fruition, you must do as I ask. She will have to overcome grave challenges to win the hearts of the people, and as much as your daughter preaches peace as you do, people will take advantage of that. It is your job to protect the peace by any means necessary so that she can thrive. And in turn, your people will get a second chance.” he said, pressing the button to lower the pedestal again.

“But…what of the other realms? Why do they need to do all this too?” You asked, face contorted into confusion.

He sighed, tired of your questions. “Listen [y/n], war is coming. And if you do not succeed in protecting your daughter when the time comes, the fight will not just be confined to your realm alone. So I suggest you get with the program.”

You were irritated with his choice of words, but ultimately, your little star was counting on you. “Fine. But don't expect any gratitude.” You said before turning away and storming out of the throne room.

~ 5 years later~

From there on you dedicated every ounce of energy into your training. But you were true to your word. You offered God no gratitude, or no recognition. Your focus was only on your little star and her ambitions.

So you suffered grueling pain and managed to solve overwhelming problems, overcome labyrinths, and destroy the excessive number of opponents against you, all for the family waiting for you.

You clutched the star necklace that laid over your heart. You never took it off. You had to be strong.

At the end of it all, no matter what happens, you were fighting to get back home.

~ 2 years later ~

Today was a weird day. First of all, you woke up late. Second, you had woken up with a weird gut feeling, like something was off.

Regardless you got yourself ready for a spar with the young soldier angel Vaggie. After sparing her from your initial fight, she had grown on you. She reminded you of Charlie. You had even taken on a motherly role with her, and in turn she was really protective of you.

Sometimes you two would just sit and talk after sparring. A lot of times she asked about your relationship with Lucifer. At first it was annoying because of the stigma of Lucifer and you in Heaven, but you found very swiftly that it stemmed from a need to understand romantic relationships. So you had no problem helping her and giving her advice.

Running to the training room, you were shocked that you had arrived first. Normally she would already be here warming up but I guess there's a first time for everything. You decided to begin your warm-up and think about how you were going to tease her for arriving late.

So you waited…

…And waited.

But she never showed up.

You tried looking for her the next day, but you could never find her. Your heart broke. Maybe she was ignoring you? Did you do something to offend her?

You wanted to apologize for anything you might have done wrong, but it was almost like she vanished completely.

That night you cried for the young friend you had lost.

~ 3 years later~

Today was the day! Your heart was overwhelmed with the anticipation to return. 20 years. 20 LONG years had come and gone.

You had fought and trained for this day. You hoped your family would recognize you. Your hair was considerably longer, and you had a few scars. One in particular across your cheek from a fucking Chernobog you fought.

But none of that mattered now. All you wanted to do was run home and embrace the family you missed.

You shook hands with the speaker of God and the human representative before turning to Sera. “Now, the portal we'll be opening will plant you in the foyer of your old home. Good luck, [y/n].” Sera nodded at you before opening a golden portal back to Hell. “Thank you Sera.”

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your spine and raised your head high and dignified before walking straight through the open portal.

The foyer of your palace looked much the same as you had left it. Only a small layer of dust seemed to settle on the surfaces. You walked around the palace eager to find your family but…the palace was easily quiet.

No noise.

Just silence…

“Hello?” You called into the dark halls.

No response.

You began to panic, thinking the worst. Running through the halls you searched every room until finally you came upon your husband's workshop. His cluttered domain. Mountains of his ducks littered the floor. A small smile graced your lips at the thought of him never losing his creativity.

Wherever your family was, they were not here.

Summoning a cloak you began your search for your husband and daughter.

~ 3 Days later ~

An uprising.

That was the rumor in the streets amongst sinners. Apparently, sinners were listening to this man named Vox. A very influential media overlord.

The tension was high one night in particular. After years with you gone to maintain peace amongst the sinners, apparently, heaven had decided to hold annual exterminations. Using angelic soldiers like Vaggie to execute the people of hell to prevent overpopulation.

No wonder the sinners of hell were pissed off. Just one more aspect of God's plan that he failed to mention. The next peace counsel meeting will be an interesting one to say the least.

But focusing on the present, you had managed to follow the carnage and unrest to a very tall hotel building.

As you moved closer you noticed a group of agitated sinners gathered. They were shouting and banging on the door of the hotel trying to get in.

The doors suddenly busted open at their strength and they ran inside.

Stealthily you followed them inside.

Chaos erupted around you. Finding a higher advantage point, you could observe the uproar. Sinners were throwing chairs, booze, anything and everything looking for their victims.

“FIND THEM!” one sinner, you believed to be the leader shouted. “The sooner we destroy the Morningstar's, the sooner WE will be ruling hell! And then we'll take the fight to Heaven!” he laughed. “Bring me Lucifer's head!” A cheer rang out through the people. “I might even sweeten the deal and let whoever finds little Charlie Morningstar have their way with her before ending her pathetic life!”

Something inside you snapped. Remembering everything these last 20 years, you immediately jumped into action. Was this the issue God was talking about? Summoning your chosen bow and arrow, you decided you wouldn't wait to find out.

No more waiting.

They would not harm your family.

You drew your bow back, aiming at the leader before letting loose. “Ack!” A dead hit to the jaw.

Everything fell silent before they all looked up to you in fear. “For 20 years, I've suffered pain. From the wrath of Gods to monsters, all in the name of peace and protection of my people. I come back to my own home, and I hear those same voices I swore to protect, dare to touch my daughter and hurt my husband…No more…

I..

have had..

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The sudden screams of sinners rang out as they were struck down one by one. The blood of your people ran that day as the monster you had become was off its chains.

“Let me go!” You hear as Vox suddenly appears with Charlie being held by two other sinners. “Your Majesty," He bowed mockingly, "Welcome ho-.” But before he had the chance to speak his lies, you fired an arrow.

He fell onto his knees, an arrow protruding from his shoulder, blood and electricity seeping out around him. You suddenly were in front of him and ripped Charlie out of the sinner's grasp and behind you.

“Yo-ur Ack! Majesty…please…Mer-cy…” he choked through the pain.

Eyes wild and manic, you laughed. “Mercy? Heh…MERCY?! My mercy has long since drowned. It died to bring me home. And as long as you're around, my family's fate is left unknown. You plotted to kill my husband. You planned to rape my daughter. ALL OF YOU ARE GOING TO SUFFER!!!” With one final move you aim for his head, but he was too quick and zapped away.

No matter. You'd find him eventually.

The two sinners that held Charlie hostage took off running but they didn't get far. An angelic spear thrown from up top of a balcony came raining down and impaled the two sinners together to the floor.

You recognized the spear.

Looking up at the balcony you see your dear friend Vaggie again. She looked a little different but a sense of relief washed over you that she was alive. You smiled up at her, and she in turn granted you the same.

Looking around you see the blood of sinners painted the lobby of the hotel. Their bodies laid out with arrows scattered around them like field markers.

Letting out a huge breath of relief you dispel your weapon. No more…

“Mom?” You heard behind you. The voice snapped you out of your state.

That voice…

Turning slowly you see the very grown Charlie. Your eyes pricked with tears at how much you must have missed. Her eyes held the same look as yours before she sprinted at you and into your arms, much as she did 20 years ago.

“Oh my little star!” you weeped as you squeezed her tight. Letting her out of the hug you looked at her “Look at you! You've grown so much! You weren't supposed to grow so fast!!” You said laughing through the tears.

“It HAS been 20 years mom…I'm so glad you're back..” she laughed. Suddenly a group of odd individuals appeared behind her. They all were wide eyed looking at you.

“My little star, aren't you going to introduce me?” You whispered.

“Oh yes! Mom, meet my friends! Angel Dust is our first ever resident, Husk is our bartender, Nifty is our janitorial staff, Alastor is our gracious host, and Baxter is another one of our residents.” She said, calling each of them out.

You smiled and waved your hand, cleaning yourself and the lobby of all blood and evidence of the carnage that just ensued.

“Apologies for my lack of decorum. Not a very good first impression. Thank you all for being there for Charlie when I couldn't be.” You smiled, truly grateful. Each of them greeted you with smiles and in awe of your display.

“[Y/n]!” You hear a flapping of wings as Vaggie descended from the balcony.

“Vaggie!!” You yelled excitedly and went to hug her. “My dear friend! I had hoped I would see you again!” You punched her arm. “That's for leaving me at the sparring ring and making me worry about you.” you both laughed

“My apologies ma'am. I kind of…fell and ended up here.” She rubbed her arm. “I see you've gotten stronger though!”

That's when Charlie came up and grabbed Vaggie’s hand in support. “I see you two already know each other.” She smiled.

You could see the two share a look that you knew all too well. You smiled, happy for both of your girls finding a love like that.

Love…

“Oh my stars! Your father! Where is he?! I-I went to the palace and I couldn't find him…” you said, panic seeping into your weary bones.

“Starlight.” you hear his voice and turn towards the stairs to see him standing at the top. He hadn't changed one bit since you left.

You just stared up at him in awe. Your husband looked as regal as ever, he slowly made his way down the stairs. You suddenly felt guilty for what you had done to your people.

“I know what you're going to say Lu…How could I, an advocate of peace, do something like this…how could I have done such a thing to the people I swore to protect…” you said, shrinking a little at his stare. He continued to get closer to you, slowly, but never losing eye contact with you. “I would understand why you'd be upset…it goes against everything I believed in…you have every right to be angry…so scream at me! Shout at me! Condemn my actions, I deserve it!” He was finally standing in front of you. “I deserve your plight Lu-” you paused in your rant as his hand came up to cradle your face. Your eyes wide with unshed tears.

“Starlight…you're as beautiful as the day I lost you…” he said.

That did it.

The floodgates opened and your tears came bursting out as you fell into his arms. His arms and wings came out and surrounded the two of you. He slowly lowered you both to the floor as he just held you. You wept like a child against his chest. Kissing the top of your head lovingly, he tilted your face towards him.

“Don't cry darling. You're home now.” He said before kissing you full force.

~ 1 year later ~

Since your return, things have begun to change in hell. With the Hazbin Hotel up and running, sinners began showing up in droves at the chance to be redeemed.

You were so proud of Charlie for following in your footsteps that you decided to step down from your position in the Council of Peace. Instead, you promoted Vaggie to that position so she can support Charlie much to the chagrin of God.

He'll get over it.

You were much too focused on reconnecting with your family unit. Weekly family dinner, date nights with Lucifer, and even helping out around the hotel took priority now.

Yes, everything was falling back into place.

“Good morning Starlight.” You hear the timber of your husband's voice next to you in bed. Cracking an eye open, you're met with his pale chest.

“Good Morningstar. Hehe…” you say sleepily.

“Ha. Ha. It gets funnier EVERY time.” He deadpans jokingly. You smile up at him before surprising him as you sit up to straddle him.

“Hmm a little early for rough housing don't you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You giggle at his antics. “I just want to be close to you.” You say leaning down chest to chest with him. He closed his eyes, savoring your touch. “Darling?”

He hummed, rubbing small circles on your hips.

“Now that things are returning back to normal…what if we worked on…expanding our little family?” You asked.

His eyes snapped open, looking down at you. “You want to try for another baby?” He asked. You nodded in anticipation of his answer.

You didn't have to wait long before he flipped you over on your back and settled in between your thighs. “Then we better get started right away. No more waiting.” He said, before crushing your lips to his.

That's right.

No more waiting.

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I’m so sorry if this question bothers you but I just wanted to ask, have you started working on the Vox x Fem!Chubby Reader? I’m absolutely not rushing you. I’m very patient when it comes to writing because I know it takes a lot of work. In the meantime, I have other fics of yours that I can read and enjoy. I know you work hard, and I’m so proud of you for it. Please take your time. I love you <3 🥹🤍

This does not bother me AT ALL! And I totally get the eagerness. ♥️ I'm really excited to write that one too!! Here's the thing: I have OCD and I need to finish writing all the others that were asked (not answered) before this one. However, let me put you at ease, it's coming up! Here's the lineup:

Little Girl Gone (Lucifer x reader)

American Horror Show (Pervert!Alastor x reader)

Big Girl You Are Beautiful (Vox x Fem!Chubby!reader)

Puppeteer (Lucifer x reader)

Meant to Be Yours (Yandere!Alastor x reader)

This is the lineup so far and I have a few requests waiting in the inbox until I can catch up! 🥰 Thank you so much love! I honestly wouldn't be doing this without your support and the many others who enjoy my writing. ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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HELLOOOOO SIMP NATION!! I'm alive I swear. 💋♥️

I'm currently working on the next fic:

LITTLE GIRL GONE

Based on this ask.

I'm okay I swear! Just super busy with planning a wedding and conferences for work!

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HC: You meet the Vees in hell and know all about the show

Notes: I'm sorry for the wait! I've been busy at a conference in California and I finally got my weekend to myself! I took a little creative liberties in you trying to pass yourself off as an oracle since you knew the show. I hope you like it!

Based on this ask.

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💋 How It Started

When you first wake up in Hell, you think you’re dreaming. The sky was red as blood. The grotesque demons that lurked around made your skin crawl. The overwhelming chaos that was running rampant through the streets.

Then you see a familiar skyline and your stomach drops. Because you recognize it: Pentagram City. Which could only mean one thing.

You’re in the world of your favorite show: Hazbin Hotel.

After your initial panic attack, you began forming a plan of getting to the hotel where it should be safe.

That is until you see him. A tall sinner with a flickering television head, angrily kicking a broken microphone stand. And he looks…different. Less polished. Less powerful.

It takes you a second to realize the horrifying truth. You’re in the past. Like… way in the past. Vox literally just got to Hell.

VOX

💋 You meet Vox when he’s trying to build his first broadcast setup. And failing miserably. The equipment keeps exploding. Sparks are flying everywhere. Vox is yelling at the machinery like it personally offended him. “Why won’t you WORK?!” he yelled into the sky. “Because you wired the signal backwards,” you say without thinking. At your voice Vox freezes. Slowly his screen turns toward you. “...What did you just say?”

💋You really didn’t plan to interfere with the timeline. But you watched the show and you knew how Vox’s tech eventually works. So you casually point out a fix. Vox reluctantly tries it. The broadcast system suddenly powers on perfectly and Vox just… stares at it before turning his attention towards you. “How the hell did you know that would work? This is some advanced tech and not just anyone knows how to operate it…especially a woman.” You panic and blurt out the only excuse you can think of. “I-I have a really good sense of…uh…knowing future events.” Vox squints at you. “You’re telling me you’re…psychic?” You shrug, “Something like that.”

💋 Vox is extremely suspicious of you at first, but you keep helping him for some reason and he finds you useful. For example you warned him about equipment that’s about to blow, pointed out bad business deals before they happen and predicted which broadcasts will succeed. Even in his suspicion, he became curious to the point where Vox starts testing you constantly. “What happens if I air this program tomorrow?” or “Is this guy trustworthy?” or “Do I win the next territory dispute?” Of course you didn't want to give everything away and so you refuse to give full answers. Instead opting to give him only vague hints. Vox finds it infuriating but he doesn't stop.

💋Early Vox is incredibly reckless in his quest for power. He wants power fast and he's willing to sabotage and destroy anyone in his way. Sometimes you have to step in. “That decision ends badly for you.” Vox hates vague answers, but the few times he ignores you…He regrets it. So slowly, he starts pausing before making his worst decisions. Not because he trusts fate but because he is slowly coming to trust you. And in turn, you started forming a friendship with the overzealous overlord.

💋 Years later, Vox offers you a place to stay at Vee Tower as his closest advisor and friend. The closer he can keep you, the better. Vox never calls you a psychic, but he does start referring to you as something else. “My little oracle.” You accidentally become the person he trusts most in Hell. You never tried to control him and you were there before he became powerful.

Before the empire.

Before the Vees.

When he was just a sinner trying to make something work, and Vox never forgets that you believed in him first.

VALENTINO

💋 You recognize Valentino immediately the moment you see him and it sends a chill down your spine knowing exactly what kind of monster he becomes.

Valentino first meets you through Vox. When Vox casually introduces you like it's nothing “This is my oracle.” Valentino just stares before he belts out laughing “You’re fucking kidding me.”

💋 Valentino doesn’t believe in psychics or oracles. Typically people pulling that shit are scam artists trying to make a quick buck, but he does believe in useful people. And he notices something interesting very quickly: Vox listens to you. Valentino finds this fascinating considering Vox isn’t the type to take anyone's advice. Especially not from someone weaker than him. Yet every time you say something important…Vox pauses.

💋 Soon Valentino starts testing you for fun. “Alright, Chiquita. What do you see in my future?” Your eyes go wide and you shake your head refusing to answer which only makes him angry but he does notice something.

You’re not afraid of him.

You’re cautious, but not terrified and that’s incredibly rare. Valentino actually respects that. It's not enough to change his personality entirely…but enough to treat you differently from most people.

💋 Sometimes he’ll ask you questions quietly. “Should I trust this deal?” or “Is this guy going to stab me in the back?” You never give full answers. Only warnings. Valentino pretends he doesn’t care but when your predictions start coming true…that's when he starts paying attention.

💋 Valentino eventually starts calling you “Vox’s creepy little prophet.” But there’s always a hint of amusement in his voice. He never fully believes you can see the future but he absolutely believes you’re dangerously perceptive. And if there's one thing Valentino knows it's that people who know too much are either: incredibly useful or incredibly dangerous. Which means for now he'll be keeping a close eye on you.

VELVETTE

💋 Velvette enters Hell like a storm. Filled with ambition, dressed in stylish couture, and already obsessed with fame and influence. She meets you through Vox’s growing media network. The first thing she assumes when she sees you standing next to Vox is “Oh my god are you his girlfriend?” Vox glitches violently, a cyan blush coating his screen while you nearly die of embarrassment.

💋Velvette quickly learns that you’re the “oracle” Vox keeps around. She thinks it’s hilarious at first. “You’re telling me the hot shot TV guy believes in fortune tellers?” Then she notices something weird. You always know which ideas will succeed, which broadcasts will trend, and which aesthetics will become popular.

💋Velvette starts asking you questions. “Which one goes viral?” or “Which show gets attention?” or “Which outfit starts a trend?” You try to answer as vaguely as possible but when your guesses keep being right…Velvette becomes very persistent.

💋Eventually she starts dragging you into meetings. “Come on prophet girl, help me out.” Even though she never fully believes you’re psychic, she absolutely believes you’re good at predicting people. And that’s just as valuable.

💋Over time she starts treating you like part of the inner circle, not just Vox’s weird advisor. She sees you as someone the Vees can rely on. Velvette eventually decides something important, “Yeah, you’re staying.”

Because having someone who seems to know the future is very good for business.

Taglist (Open): @knightinwonderland92 @curlsandknots

[just-a-simpe]

So, just curious question, are you gonna do a sequel to "Only Love Can Hurt Like This" when Hazbin Hotel season 3 comes out?

Honestly...

..

No. I ended it on a good note and want to keep it that way. Although, S.3 will definitely be a big inspiration for future works. I know Alastor is anticipated to be a villain in upcoming seasons, and I do love a bad boy. 🥰🥰🥰💋

[just-a-simpe]

Can you do a part two of the summoning where the reader dies and goes to hell? Because of the deal and love for Alastor, her hellish form spawns right next to him. So everyone's just hanging out in the hotel lobby when a doe demon magically spawns next to Alastor in a puff of green smoke.

"My dear friends, meet my beloved wife."

I'm so happy you guys like the Summoning so much! And normally I try not to do sequels buuuut..I'm really loving this idea!

[just-a-simpe]

Do you write yandere fanfiction? If so, could you write mine? What if the reader is afraid of Alastor? The reader tries to redeem herself, which is why she went to a hotel… but she encounters Alastor, who acts strangely around her… Like, the things Alastor does for the reader, being kind, all that goodness, the reader thinks that Alastor is plotting something evil that he wants to do to her or, worse, that he's going to devour her. Of course, the reader doesn't know that Alastor is a yandere. And how would he react to his first crush/obsession? What if the reader tried to ignore him and escape his charms?

Ooooo I've never written yandere but I'm game to take a crack at it! Adding to the list!

[just-a-simpe]

The Summoning

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Based on this ask.

Summary: Being a novice witch, you hoped to summon the all mighty powerful Lucifer. Instead you got a sarcastic demon with a fuck ass bob.

Note: Hope you enjoy! 💋♥️

Masterlist

“Fucking bitches!” You say throwing open the door to your cottage. Your screams of frustration echoed into the dark of your home. “So fucking rude!”

You had just come home from your first witch séance, and those old hags were a joke. Being a respected coven of witches you at least thought they would have all the basic necessities. Turns out it was just a party for those bleach blonde white bitches to get drunk off their asses and complain about their good for nothing husbands.

So when you walked in eager to enhance your powers, bag full of candles, offerings, and even your own Ouija board, you were thrown back by their laughter. Even the High Priestess, if you could even call her that, had a hard time holding back her chortling.

Feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed, you turned around and left into the night. The anger bubbled inside you as you stormed back to your home, a small cottage on the outskirts of town.

How dare they make fun of you!

How dare they use the term witch!

They aren't witches! Just a bunch of fucking cunts scrambling for power beyond their comprehension!

Your anger and frustration sent you into a spiral until you thought of a most devious idea.

You'd show them. You'll become the greatest witch this side of the country. Create your own coven and show those old biddies what real power looks like.

You'd show them you were more powerful and deserved respect.

In your obsessive research, you came to know that the true test of witches was known as the summoning. A ritual of immaculate power, typically needing more than one witch to perform. The idea is to summon a demon to do your bidding. But why aim small when you could aim for the head goat himself: Lucifer.

That'll show them.

Having Lucifer as your personal demon would definitely gain you some notoriety in the coven as well as others across the globe.

It was a perfect plan. Now all you had to do was execute a successful summoning…alone.

Over the next few days you managed to gather the necessary materials needed to perform this ritual: the gifts of three (Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh), sacrificial offering of goats blood, black candles, and, funnily enough, a duck.

The Three gifts and candles were easy. The goat's blood was a bit more difficult, but you thankfully found an online medicine man in New Orleans willing to sell you some for a hefty price.

All that was left was the duck. The duck left you puzzled. It didn't say what kind of duck, or if the duck needed to be dead or alive. Ultimately, you settled on purchasing a Mallard duck from a local hunter, who thankfully cleaned the carcass before selling it to you.

Having gathered all your materials, you were ready to fulfill your destiny during the next full moon. Thankfully, you wouldn't have to wait long as the next full moon was tomorrow night.

That night you laid in bed thinking about all the things you would want to do with Lucifer by your side. First you would enact revenge against those fucking clowns, but then you'd want to settle down into a useful witch. Maybe become a profound medicinal witch, or even a ceremonial witch. Either way, once the deed was over, you would release Lucifer and find your own way in the world.

The day had finally come. You donned a black cloak and nothing else. The ritual called for a lack of clothing to symbolize the freedom of energy flowing through the body.

You had set up your materials in your living room. According to the ancient texts, you needed plenty of space to perform such a ritual. So you pushed your couch and rug aside to reveal the original wood flooring you'd use.

The first step was drawing your circle. You grabbed the goat's blood and began drawing a pentagram on the floor, which admittedly was harder than it looked. Who knew drawing a fucking perfect circle in goats blood was difficult?

Once your pentagram was drawn, you began the candle lighting ceremony. Grabbing five black candles for the five corners of the pentagram, you began chanting a protection spell “I call upon the forces of nature, and the ancestors who walked before me. I ask for your protection as I cross this treacherous path. I ask that you protect me from those that wish me harm and guide me through this ritual. As it is said, so mote it be”.

As you finished lighting the candles and placing them along the five corners, you noticed a wind began dancing with the flames even though no windows were open.

Lastly, you placed the duck carcass and the gifts of three in the center of the circle. Taking a deep breath, you then sat just outside the circle sitting cross legged, and closing your eyes. You began your chant based on the sacred text: “Te invoco, Lucifer, ad me venite.”

Over and over again you chanted the Latin phrase while focusing all your energy on summoning the light-bringer. The ominous wind continued to pick up speed while the walls around you began shaking, causing objects to fall and shatter along the hardwood floor. The red pentagram began glowing and producing a faint sulfuric odor.

Even in your excitement you began noticing a figure forming of shadow in the center of the circle. Once the figure was fully formed, you ended your chant “Tae invoco apro fundus inferni. Lucifer, esto subiecto voluntati meae!” Once you finished the incantation, the being produced a bright green light blinding you for a moment.

Rubbing your eyes, you regained your sight and found an abnormally tall man with a red bob haircut, and sporting a red suit. But the smile was probably the most creepy thing about him.

“You rang?” He said in a sing-song like voice, leaning on his old timey microphone staff.

You must have looked like an idiot. You sat there mouth agape, and eyes wide.

“HOLY SHIT!” You finally said standing up and jumping around happily. “I DID IT! I SUMMONED LUCIFER!!” You cheered giddily hooping and hollering, while dancing around. You honestly looked like a chicken running around after it got it's head cut off.

Suddenly a laugh interrupted you. “Hate to interrupt whatever attempt at a celebratory dance that was my dear, but I am not Lucifer.”

You stopped cheering and looked up at him. “You-WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT LUCIFER?! I specifically called for him!” You said stepping up to the edge of the circle.

One of his eyebrows arched as he took you in. While his containment was rather egregious, especially the poorly drawn circle, he had to admit, for a young woman such as yourself, it must have taken immense power to call upon him. However he couldn't help but find humor in your confused expression.

“Oooo don't be look so sullen my dear. If anything, you've stumbled upon someone greater!” He said throwing his arms wide to give you a full view of himself.

Crossing your arms, you eyed him up and down before your bottom lip stuck out in a delectable pout. “Damnit…but I wanted Lucifer…” you said. You let out a sigh and rubbed your temples. “So if you're not Lucifer, then who are you?”

“I am what some would call an overlord of hell. I enjoy entertaining myself and the other patrons down below through the screams of my victims that are broadcast all throughout the realm. My dear, you are in the presence of The Radio Demon.” He laughed as green flames erupted around him. “Although, a beauty such as you, may call me Alastor.” He said grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Okay, great," you said, snatching your hand back. "But if you're not Lucifer…then that means I failed." You sighed, resolving to your failure, and blew out the candles on your pentagram. "Look, Alastor," you said, "I'm sorry to have summoned you all the way here, but you're free to go.”

You picked up the candles and started cleaning up the offerings and goat's blood. Alastor just stood there observing you. Normally humans were scared of demons like him but you seemed more disappointed than anything.

“Now now dear. I may not be the ever persistent, duck loving, short king of hell, but I can guarantee that I could fulfill any of your desires.” he said twirling his staff. With the goat's blood gone, he was able to move freely throughout your house. He began walking around looking at the many artifacts on your wall. Crystals, animal skulls, and antique paintings littered your walls.

“Hmmm tell me, are you a witch?” He asked, as you unrolled your rug to set your living room back to its original state.

“Not that it's any of your business but no. Technically not yet. I'm a novice still, which is why I tried summoning Lucifer to prove that I'm powerful and not to be messed with.” Pushing your couch back into place next to where he was standing.

“A novice you say? Hmmm and yet you were able to summon me.” He said, looking into your eyes. His head tilted to the side. “Tell me, ma chérie. What was your plan once you summoned, Lucifer?” You groaned and flopped down on the couch forgetting that you were completely naked under the robe and it fell to show more of your cleavage.

You looked up at him and really noticed his features. He was quite handsome, in a creepy way. “I was going to have him enact revenge on some witches who did me wrong.”

For half a second, there was silence.

Then—

“Is that all?!”

His laughter burst out. “Ahahahaha! Oh, darling, you nearly had me expecting something interesting!”

You shot him a glare and his laughter died out. “...oh. You're serious.” His grin never fades but his eyes grow more intense.

He straightened his posture and adjusted his bow tie. “My dear, petty revenge against a handful of low life spellcasters? That is something I can handle on my own,” he said.

He planted his cane firmly against the floor, leaning on it until he was eye level with you. “Well then, my dear…” His smile widened. “If it’s revenge you crave, why not make it interesting?”

The shadows surrounding you began growing further. “I’ll see to your witches personally. Every slight repaid in kind—oh, I do so enjoy poetic justice.” A low chuckle escaped from his throat. “Screams, shadows, the works.”

He moved closer.

Not enough to touch but just enough to feel the heat from his breath.

“And in return…” His voice dropped an octave. “I’ll take something far more valuable than payment. Something I've been searching for an eternity.”

His clawed finger tilted your chin upward.

“Your heart.”

Your eyes grew wide.

Your heart!?

“Oh, don’t look so alarmed!” He laughed lightly. “Not literally. How dreadfully messy.”

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“No, no. I want it freely given. Devotion. Affection. That delicious little flutter when I lean in too close…”

You gulped and resisted the urge to bite your lip. “But why my heart? Don't demons normally want souls?” You asked.

“Your soul? Oh, my dear, I have plenty of those. But a heart…” His voice lowered again, velvet-smooth. “Now that is rare. A heart must be earned. Coaxed. Tempted."

His thumb pushes slightly on your bottom lip. “It resists. It doubts. It trembles.” A soft hum of pleasure sounds from his chest as he parts your juicy lips.

“And when it finally chooses…” His eyes half-lidded, smile turning predatory. “It is far more binding than any infernal contract.”

His voice dipped, warm and dangerous.

“And when my end of the bargain is complete… when you see what I’ve done for you…”

His nose nearly brushed yours.

“You’ll come to me willingly. And you’ll let me feel that heart of yours race. No fine print. No trick clauses. Just a simple exchange.”

You felt almost safe. His warmth was enticing, so much so that you had to keep telling yourself he was a demon. A demon that at any moment could just take your heart anyway without the nuances of a formal deal.

“So let me get this straight. You'll enact revenge on my behalf and in exchange, you get my heart?”

“Yes.” He said confirming the terms of your arrangement. You stood up from the couch and entered his space.

“And what if I decide that you haven't earned it?” you smirked slyly up at him. For the briefest second, something predatory flashed in his eyes.

“Then,” he began and placed his hands on your waist. Not commanding but just present. “I suppose I need to try harder.” The hum of power in the room softened, shifting from threat to tension.

“Acceptable. Now, how do we seal the deal?” You asked looking up at him through hooded lids.

“Well a handshake is customary, “ he said lightly, “but dreadfully boring.”

“Oh?”

You stepped into him this time. You don't know what came over you, but this demon had a seduction to him that you couldn't resist.

Your hand slid up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his lapel. “If you want my heart,” you said softly, feeling his stillness beneath your touch, “earn it properly.”

Then his hand tightened slightly at your waist. “Very well,” he murmured, before crashing his lips down to yours.

It was slow.

It was deliberate.

You felt the power beneath your feet, as a burst of green shattered your surroundings. In a bold move you ran your fingers into his hair and pull him closer. The contract burned warm against your chest, contrasting with the coolness of his touch.

When he pulled back, there was a shift in his expression. “Now this is going to be entertaining.* He said before he melted into a shadow and slithered away.

Your house returned to it's quiet nature. And for the first time, your heart won't stop racing.

Later the next day you woke to the sun shining through your living room windows. “Huh? I guess I fell asleep on the couch.”

You sat up realizing you were still in that robe you wore. While efficient in summoning demons, it was not efficient for sleeping in.

You walked to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable. As it was already past noon, you expected today to go by rather quickly.

What you hadn't expected was Alastor to barge into your bedroom without knocking, and you naked. You froze as the door swung open.

“Well now that was—” he stopped mid sentence as he took in the curves of your body. His eyes flickered down and up admiringly.

That stupid grin widened just a fraction.

“…My apologies,” he said smoothly, though he made absolutely no move to leave. “I had not realized I was interrupting something so… appealing.”

Your face became red as you stood there wide eyes and in complete shock. “Do you knock?!” You asked attempting to cover yourself with the white sheet of your bed.

“Occasionally.” It's all he answered with. His eyes roaming again at the way the sheet clung to your breasts and thighs. You looked a vision of purity. One he desperately wished to corrupt.

“Are you going to stand there all day?” You asked, arching an eyebrow at his leering gaze.

“Would you rather I come in and assist you?” He retaliated.

“You already have, Alastor. Did you need something?”

That earned a soft chuckle.

He stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. The air shifted instantly.

“I'm here to report that I have upheld my end of the agreement.” He said crossing his arms behind his back.

“You—... Already?!” You were bewildered at the fact it took him less than 12 hours to enact your revenge.

“Oh yes.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Your dear little coven won’t be troubling you again.” A flicker of something darker passed behind his eyes. “They were rather arrogant, I’m afraid. One even attempted a binding spell. Very juvenile.”

“H-how?” You couldn't help the curiosity.

“I got creative. I let them feel precisely how they made you feel. Small. Powerless. Exposed.” he said. “No need to worry yourself with the details my dear.”

The weight in your chest eased for the first time in days.

It was done.

Really done.

“And don't worry. There will be no lingering curses,” he continued smoothly. “No retaliation. No unfinished business. I do not leave loose ends.”

You smiled, truly smiled up at him. “Thank you.” You said. Unbeknownst to you, that preciousness you exuded made his chest thump. He had never been more sure of his desires than in this moment.

“Well then, my dear,” he said lightly, though something anticipatory hummed beneath it, “I believe I have upheld my end of our arrangement.”

Your heart began racing, pounding against your chest as the warmth of your deal began blooming across your chest. You watched as he stood just inches from you waiting.

Never reaching out to you, but simply standing there.

Stealing your resolve, you stepped forward just slightly. “You said that when it was done… I would come to you willingly.”

You dropped the sheet, exposing your body once again to him. He let out a shaky sigh at the vulnerable state you presented yourself in.

“And so here I am. Willingly.” You said, your eyes becoming hooded as a wave of desire washed over you.

“Well?” He asked softly.

Without hesitation, you laced your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a fervent kiss. For a brief moment, his composure cracked. His hands wrapped themselves around your waist. They tightened just slightly as he deepened the kiss, claiming your end of the deal.

Your hand slides into his hair and up towards the ears protruding out of his head. You tease him by running your finger up and down them, earning you a low growl. “Careful now,” he murmured against your lips, “you’re playing with a very patient predator my dear.”

You let out a soft giggle, “And you're letting me.”

His nose brushes along your cheek, then down to your jaw. He inhaled your scent as you clung to him.

You were intoxicating. Just the feel of your hips in his hands was sending him down a spiral of arousal, as evidence by the tightening of his trousers.

“You intrigue me,” he admits. “Most beings tremble in fear when I step closer. But you…you tremble with desire.” To emphasis his point he runs his hands softly along your spine.

You let out a soft moan at the feeling, and pulled him back in for a kiss. In response he ran one of his hands up the rest of your spine and into your hair to deepen the kiss.

Finding his footing, be began walking you backwards towards the bed, yet never breaking the kiss. When the back of your knees hit the bed, you fell back landing in a pile of ecstasy.

Alastor remained standing, and slowly began to unbutton his coat. You laid back on your firearms and watched his fingers deliberately dance across the buttons. When he got to the lower buttons you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Eager aren't we?” He teased at your expression. You glared at him before becoming bold and sitting up. You began unbuttoning the white shirt underneath, and revealed the fur on his chest.

You ran your hands through the soft fur, getting lost in the sensation. “Ahem.” You heard above you. You looked up at his face. “While I do adore your touch, I'd rather ravage you further.” he said throwing his coat and white shirt aside before laying you back down.

His arms caged you in, and his body laid against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him flushed against you. You could feel his arousal hard against your core.

You let out a whimper at feeling his heat. He chuckled and thrust this hips grinding against you, causing another moan to escape your lips. “You make such pretty noises. I wonder what other kinds of sounds I can rise out of you.”

His lips decended on yours once again, hungry for your pleasure as he continued to dry hump against you.

“Alastor…I am yours.” You say against his lips. That's seemed to ignite him further. In a show of dominance. he growled while flipping you over so you were straddling above his face. “Alastor?” You asked hesitantly.

“I've been wanting to taste you. Now be a good girl and let me enjoy my meal.” He said before gripping your things and pulling you down until your pussy was flushed against his lips. He dove in without a moments thought.

His tounge danced across your clit causing tiny electric currents to strike your core. “Ah~ oh fuck me. That feels incredible.”

He chuckled at your display, and continued his assault on your poor cunt. Chasing your own release, you began grinding your hips on his tongue. He only encouraged you by digging his claws in your supple cheeks and guided your grinding hips.

He sucked and licked at your core until you were a writhing mess above him. Your moans only grew louder as you grew closer and closer to the edge.

But before you could find your release he flipped you onto all fours and he slot in behind you. Unbuckling his belt and lowering his trousers you felt his cock spring free and land hard on your ass.

From the feel of him, he was huge. How was he going to fit? You didn't really have time to process any further as you could feel his cock prodding at your entrance.

“Tell me my dear, when you were attempting your summoning ritual, did you intend to fuck Lucifer as well? Or is this purely for my own enjoyment?” He asked.

You could only moan as he pushed himself into your entrance painfully slow. “No. I had no intention of giving myself this way.” You said, reveling in the delicious ache his cock was producing.

“And yet here you are. Back arched, wet, needy, and begging for me to demolish you,” he said rubbing your hands along your ass as he slowly bottomed out in you. He let out a loud moan feeling you constrict around him. “So tight.”

You looked over your shoulder, “My dear Alastor, I don't want you to demolish me…I just need you to fuck me.” You said.

His response was to slowly pull out of you before slamming back in. “Ah~ like that!” You moaned.

“Fucking brat.” He said finding a rhythm. He pounds into your pussy, never faultering his pace. His moans continued to build along with the squeaking of your bed.

You gripped the bedsheets, holding on for life as he continued pounding into you. With a growl he leaned over your body until he whispered in your ear. “You are doing phenomenal my dear. Such a good girl. Does being fucked by a demon live up to the humans you've been with? Do they even compare?” He teased.

“No. Ah~ no they don't. God I never want to go back. You've completely ruined men for me.” He chuckled before lifting you both up. Keeping you flushed against his chest, he lifted your arms above your head. You felt two black tentacles wrap around your hands holding you suspended in the air.

Alastor slowly pulled out of you. You moaned at the loss of him. He ran a hand up your side admiring you completely helpless.

“Look at you. You are a vision to behold.” He licked his lips. Facing you, he grabbed one of your legs in his hand, lifting it before plunging back into your heat.

Being suspended like this, made you feel completely at his mercy. But based on the agonizing pace he set, he was devoid of all mercy.

“Fuck~ ah—Alastor! Alastor please! I can't anymore!” You screamed.

“That's it darling. Come undone for me.” His breathing became ragged as he also approached his release. “Fuck, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to mark you as mine,” he moaned.

At his declaration he moved his head to your shoulder, licking a trail up your neck. Without warning, he bit down as hard as he could, at the same time finding his release inside you.

You screamed as you came around his cock, milking him for all he's worth. “Alastor!!!” You called his name.

Coming down from your high, the tentacles let you go and you fell into Alastor's arms. He caught you before laying you in the bed and throwing the sheet over your tired form.

He went to leave you but was stopped by your had shooting out and grabbing his wrist. “Please…stay.” You said sleepily.

He smiled and moved to lay next to you. “Whatever my heart desires.” He said before wrapping you in his arms

The End

Alastor Taglist (open):

@youthinkaboutme-yourradiodemon

@curlsandknots

@sirens-and-moonflowers

[floydtheflorist]

Two grown ass man btw

[just-a-simpe]

Hey Simp Nation ❤️💋! Working on The Summoning One-shot and was asked about making a taglist for specific characters for One-Shots/Fics.

If you would like to be added to a taglist for characters I write:

🦌Alastor

🍎Lucifer

🦈Vox

💜❤️💙Vees

Drop your preference in the comments and I'll add you to the taglist for the character(s) you'd like to be notified about.

[antisocial-ratboy]

tag all your fave people

@junip3r-tree @katiethecreature @randomasstalkingdeer @sofiadoesgayart @canisfossil @cyberbeast99 @fennthetalkingdog

[liliesdontdieroses]

oh my cheese thank you😳😳

@ginger-crvsh @dolly4stxr @angelvalleyy @carnalsynn @xvivianmustdiex @imgoinginsaneee @askthesonnellin0s @wooffaire @mazzysky and many others but im very forgetful 😟

[carnalsynn]

​AWEEE naur way thank youu!!

@axlthetwink @groovium @lagunsvixen @killdear4 @kellys-sweet-thing @mothwolfs n thats all i can think of rn but you guys are the bestest

[killdear4]

Aww thank you @carnalsynn 🖤

@creaturescritters @hungercityhellhound @glamandillusionz @shelleyminx @technicallydangerousphantom @daydreamnik @auxphono @zeeebiey @postnatalschizophrenia @songbirds-sweet @adelphicoracle @violetdale @divinelyrancid @hystericfae @xx-mcrtist-xx

You guys are amazing. Hope everyone's having a great day! :)

[daydreamnik]

THAT'S SO SWEET @killdear4 🥺 you are my favourite too <3 as well as @evanescentxx @clumsy-words-again @moony108 @skeletourism @jellyprower @alien-interface @berrystrawbs @leafstem @brownbreadsaf @yoshukowashere @foolish-took @sparrownnax 🍀

i haven't talked to most of you because social anxiety but when i see you in my notes my day anyways gets a little bit better <3

have a lovely day🌷🌷🌷

[brownbreadsaf]

AHH TYSM!!

@epicsfthghosts @corvidcrafts273 @magnus-ohpuss @sttufff @canis-major-collective @c00kietin @itscarmelnotcaramel @this-mutant-kid @smallbottleofhand-sanitizer @thepondstogether @theblackberryhimself @salmon-sashimie

🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[smallbottleofhand-sanitizer]

aksjfks you're my favourite too

@thepearlinsidetheclamanda @stephanieyumyum @zelovinit @gardenofstarss @adrianapookie16 @attheendhello @mrecury42 @obsesseddemonlord-offical @altaruwusmolboiz @enter-doctor-frog @starburst99 @yipyapcloudi @that-puppyboy @whatthekoi @pearchip @oliveoli-offical @paraskeinia

(sorry for annoying y'all with so many tag games)

[puppys-black-sorrow-deactivated]

youre literally so sweet im gonna tickle your toes as a repayment

@stickmachus @astralcuite @do-not-u-dare @asillylittleguy333 @meowgicalboyz @creepycrawlerstuff @guorble

yall my faves

[asillylittleguy333]

Aww your my fav too <3

@billcipher3177 @shyyzilla @theanarchicshrubbery @cloveriz @raynilikescats @adam-created

and literally all of my mooties!

Ily!!!!

[welcome-listeners-to-night-vale]

DAMNNNN

@smallbottleofhand-sanitizer @the-demon-shark @asterofthesun @fantasblog

[the-demon-shark]

My time to shine! @electricalpuglsey @angel-eclipse3 @billcipher3177 @robindajinxgirlie1

[angel-eclipse3]

OOO TY FOR THE TAGGG

@electricalpuglsey @s1llysharkk @pc-on-a-motorbike @darkwolf2560 @acee33 @deermisfit @anarch1sts-s0ng

and more <3

[sacabambaspis-offical]

Aww thank you!!

@unliterary-nonsense @just-a-casual-larker @ieatmacbooks @dying-pen-offical @aciddbandyeentrio @a-lil-bit-weird @gweenusweirddog @fork-boi @minsu-minsu and more!!

[dying-pen-offical]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA thank you, PC /giggling

@paranoia-offical @britishteaaa @ashelf66 @horror-movie-offical @gay-news-offical @evilpineapple-offical @amnesia-offical @death-offical @no-one-offical @unshipper-offical + people who interact with me teehee & my ask box critters *explodes*

[paranoia-offical]

Aw. Thank you, Pen.

Now, unfortunately for you all, I have many favorites. (It's everyone. Love you all.)

@kingkit7734 @kevin-heaven-offical @obsesseddemonlord-offical @thesockguy @the-experincer @simon-the-octopus-offical @2000-ants-wearing-a-skinsuit @britishteaaa @dying-pen-offical @oat-oatffical-offical @algae122 @nurse-offical @postie-offical @hopeless-romantic-teen-official @iheartpigeons1 (Yes, you're going in here. Hello!) @amnesia-offical + So on and so forth.

[simon-the-octopus-offical]

Aww, is nice!

@itsuwari-no-kibo-offical, @squidiot-official, and you!

I know not many people. I should get out more.

[itsuwari-no-kibo-offical]

@silly-little-arson-frog-offical @reincarnated-gay-fox @fantasy-offical @wereboobs-offical @library-of-hell @foxpost-generator @fox-offical @tangerine-offical @pipes-offical @do-not-u-dare @simon-the-octopus-offical @blues-clues-offical @nobody-official @mariorat-the-aroace

[bunch-of-pipes]

Yayyyy! Thanks for the tag!!!!!

To all of you (the heart looks shitty af)

-Pipes

Tags:

@dramaticinlyf @withered-roses-still-live @the-king-of-beans-offical @ninahufflepuff @shenanigan42 @thatchaoticbookworm @thedogbard @merrychristmas-pleasedontcall @ghostlybluetrain @arikari @lelethetopicchanger @coffee--spill ( @p1per-will-kill-you @p1per-will-not-kill-you tagging my self and my inverse self for no reason >:3) @sunnyarik3r @astracaedes @erosdaughterwritingfiction @do-not-u-dare @reincarnated-gay-fox @goodtimeswithshane @oxyisdamoron @kermitthebomber-offical + open tags cuz I keep forgetting everyone ToT

[merrychristmas-pleasedontcall]

yayaya thank you!!11

@swellestuniverse @abs-blabs @sadiesinkobsessedsstuff @buglover2222 @ghost-in-park @drpeppercreamsodaa @riotverse @your-fav-idiot-lesbian @justyouraveragedepressedteen1 @nacreoussoul @chronically-0nline7 @wool-and-writing @gloomy-rains-romantic-candles @legotwink08 @nevvaa  @girl-on-the-subway @p1per-will-kill-you @ameekpoet @darwinanderson @pommedeterrier @thepicklekingog @doingautismsohardfortangianren @itzjustlxser @luceryspilled @yournormalidiot @theduckwithafroghat @failed-verification @sonnet18s + literally all of my mutuals (ily guys!!!!!!!!!)

[pommedeterrier]

awhhhh thank you!!

@thebatrifle @zestylemonsz @drpeppercreamsodaa @atsecretgardensinmymind @todd-andersons-notes-app and all my mutuals y'all are amazing!!

[zestylemonsz]

AAUIUUGH THABK TOU POMME!!!!! <333 RIGHT BACK AT YOUUU @pommedeterrier

tagging mutual time 😛

@viscerophile @crumboat @cybermothz @itzmoonies @h0ll0wporcelain @ganglenurse @ilowkeyhateithere @ilovemeekster @grilled-chese @kimmy--wimmy @jiraiqueenmedb @old-books-excite-me @up-inheavenforever @drpeppercreamsodaa @whoa-axel-chill @dragon-seahorse @agepoyolo

I LOVE ALL MY MUTUALS AND IF YOURE NOT ON THE LIST IM SORRRRYYYY NAMES ARE SO HARD TO REMEMBERR

[ganglenurse]

AWWW TYSM LEMONNM >< 💞💞💞💞💞💞

@t4iy0uk3i-disco @unsweetened-l3monade @digitaldollipop @fall3n-angel-k1tty @g4llery-shredded @goofygooberrock2004 @highclasshomosexual @kitzzukimo @rotting-lilac @robyn-on-hellsite @/lolitamorty @lordeforeverblog @zestylemonsz ( tagging u again because YES ) @cutieblossom @needyentity @porcelanitaa @/mamegoma-seal @starrynightscollective ( EVERYONE IN THEREE !! ) ++ EVEN MOREEEE !!!! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF U !!! SORRY IF YUR FORGOT TO TAG U ..... /p /gen

[ch3rry-vessel-deactivated202604]

OH YAYAYAYAY,, lov u tons too, Vanilla !!,gotta double tag 💪--

@fluffycreampuff56 @goofygooberrock2004 @moonkn1ghtz

And someone that's now deactivated NOO MY MOOT 😭, i think it was something about..toxicbrat??, ugh my memory sucks, nvm i hope they have another acc bc I heard nothing bout them mmhjflshzy

[vanillabean5645]

Thanks for the tag kimo :3

@highclasshomosexual , @spookyscqr , @bagels-and-cream-cheese333, @chickenclan @rotting-lilac , @plague-crane , @k1kky-sb-d0odlz , @stationaryribbons , @staticinyourjoints , @reze-bo0m , @illrabidraccoon , @ch3rrygrave , @anchored-landmine , @moonlitsupernova , @c00lgv1 , @landmine-ky , @cringey-guy , @dy1ngang3l , @inf3cted-corpse @goofygooberrock2004 , @moony-buckets , @alpheiamoth, @warmfuzz-ies , @tormentingcupid , @chvvya-wannab33 , @unknown-monst3r, @achilles-needs-sleep, @sweet-angelic-miracle , @c0sm1c-c0nduct0r, @jirai-ame-is-back-again, @jiraidiaries, @whisperingwhiteswan, @milo-the-clown, @wildscepterfortune, @kamisheep @blurringmysoull

[wildscepterfortune-deactivated2]

😭😭😭

Tysm sis!!!! @yellingint0thevoid @twans2boyy @pr0jectant1dot3 @raer0se

[raer0se]

YAYYYYY

@obsessive-little-guy-obl @shuichisdarkmistress @quietlychaotic13 @coremo666 @sycklyknees247 @gaypurplemonster-maximum @beeplove

[shuichisdarkmistress]

omg thank you so much, rae!! <33

incoming: awesome great people I love, adore, and admire!!

tags: @n3cr0crunk @lifecouldbeworsecalvin @chatimcookedfr @ultimatecori @itsmeanatastia @cinnabrwonie @thatgirlthathauntsyourdreams @greyay @velvetinerabb1t @elias-sunrise @jellyrybka @battersweet @greenst4rz @goldenrat3 @xyourlonelywriterx @sillyg0bber345

[thatgirlthathauntsyourdreams]

AAA OMG AA THANK YOUU 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

tagging you now cuz ur great, @shuichisdarkmistress

@voxandvalmakingout @lilbigz1 @desertbugleford @sharkittyshark

Beautiful people <3333

[sharkyittyshark]

messed up my tag but its okay because your amazing <3

here are some amazing people !!

@what-the-actualhell @luminousflameartificer @barnabyschewtoy @starlight-is-silly117 @dothillvalley

You all are amazing

[what-the-actualhell]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAGG🥹

Some of my fav people on here<3:

@justademonicspawn @vincentwhittman-vox @hellhole-adam @oddity101 @the-best-anon @eyesofdemise @knickknat @citrusscar @discountsquirrel @faunahart-felt @hmaper @ihateeveyoneandeverything @i-december @mutinyofgreed @mr-starphantom @opalquill @ratman2087 @she-who-has-horns

[ihateeveyoneandeverything]

THE FUCK? THANK YOU SO MUCHH <3

My favorite goobers:

@binnarrie @missroundeye @just-a-simpe @doorknobinmyayuss

(Others who know me as @rosie-of-cannibal-town)

@queeofsolitude @ladyfranklin @the-deathstalker

[just-a-simpe]

Waaaah!!! @ihateeveyoneandeverything ♥️♥️♥️💋

@youthinkaboutme-yourradiodemon @redvexillum @redfoxwritesstuff @adalina7black

[just-a-simpe]

CAN YOU DO A HAZBIN HOTEL X EPIC THE MUSICAL CROSSOVER AND THE READER IS LIKE CIRCE OR APHRODITIE

ÓkAY!! I'll do my best to bring your vision to life. 🥰 Adding to the list!

[just-a-simpe]

Can you do a Vox x Chubby/Thick Fem!Reader. Reader is just all around squishy, like a squishy tummy, squishy thighs, and other stuff like that. This is for all my chubby women cuz they’re so fineeee, plus i’m chubby too!!🥹💕🤭🤍

YAAAAAAAAAAAASAA!!!! 😍😍😍😍

[just-a-simpe]

Head Cannon Masterlist

❤️‍🔥= Smut

💖= Romance

⛈️ = Angst

The Vees Meet You in Hell

Based on this ask.