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At the next lingering glance, Alastor leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. The action clearly makes Vox regret looking, and he snaps his gaze back to Valentino so quickly he may have pulled a muscle. Time to strike.
“Is it working?”
The way Vox tenses at Alastor’s question is gratifying, almost as much as the look of utter confusion on his face when he turns back. “What?”
“Is it working? This little demonstration—is it making you feel powerful?”
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OR: Instead of just sitting in the cuck chair and glowering, Alastor doms the shit out of Vox.
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28 Jun 2026
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“The camera also only shows so much, capturing the world in black and white.” The man tapped the blunt side of the knife against Vincent’s cheek. “Did you know there was a time when those with blue and green eyes were considered clairvoyant? Can you see the future, Vincent Whittman? Perhaps that was what made you a decent weather boy. Are you sure you should have strayed from that path?”
or: Up-and-coming (and extremely charming) TV personality Vincent Whittman catches the attention of New York's latest (and, Vincent can admit, also extremely charming) serial killer, beginning a dance through the decade of evading police, absolutely killer ratings, and perhaps changing the trajectory of Hell itself...except things never tend to go according to plan now, do they? For better or worse, the Rockin' 50s are here!
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25 Jun 2026
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Vincent’s problem was always the same: he wants.
He wants, he wants, he wants. And no amount of getting or receiving will ever change that fact, will ever close the cavern inside of him that always wants more. Getting is secondary, underwhelming in comparison to the thrill of wanting. Of chasing. When he found something he wanted, he pursued it single-mindedly. He made a plan, he pulled his strings, he put every piece of the puzzle into place. That was when he was on top of the world. Receiving his prize was little more than a participation trophy, and by the time he got it he had usually already found another want. Want, want, want.
Sometimes, at night, he wondered if his luck would run out, and when. What happened when he met someone he couldn’t charm or bully into giving him what he wanted? Who was immune to his silver tongue, his clever quips, his flashy smile or a flirtatious bat of his mismatched eyes? What happened when he took a risk that didn’t pay off?
When Vincent takes a spring break trip to New Orleans to celebrate his upcoming college graduation, he may just find the answer to that question where he least expects it.
And it will alter the course of his life forever.
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18 May 2026
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“What’s a demon like you doing in an alley like this?”
Vox was across the length of the alley in a flash, his atoms scrambling themselves in his haste to get away. He rematieralised from his electric form to flatten his back against the grimy wall, claws digging into divots between brickwork. His eyes blew wide, the light of his screen casting a dim glow along the length of the alley as he swung his head back and forth, looking for the source of that—that voice.
A voice like a door inching open on a stray wind. A voice like a branch brushing against a tombstone. A voice like a floorboard creaking in the dead of night.
But no one was there.
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A re-imagining of Vox and Alastor's first meeting in Hell that asks the question, 'what would their relationship look like if it was one-sided on Alastor's half?' The answer: not good for Vox.
Written for Cherri Bang 2025.
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12 Mar 2026
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And how does that make you feel? by Godlizza for shiningnight
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
13 Jan 2025
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“You’re always casually insulting people,” Charlie went on as though he hadn’t spoken. “Tearing them down and making them feel bad—me included! Haven’t you ever heard if you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything?”
“But Charlie!” Alastor gasped, hand flying to his chest. “I’d have absolutely nothing to say!”
He let out another shrill laugh. Really, he was on a roll.
But Charlie just shook her head. “I don’t believe that. I know you have nice things to say about people. You just need to be honest, with others and yourself.” She slipped her hand from the crook of his elbow to instead press it over his chest. With a soft smile and genuine kindness shining in her eyes, she said, “Speak from your heart, Alastor.”
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Or: Charlie accidentally casts a spell on Alastor that turns all of his insults into compliments. This becomes a problem when Alastor goes live on the air to do a hit piece on Vox, who just so happens to be listening in.
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11 Mar 2026