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We Can’t Be Friends, But I’d Like to Just Pretend by spookyandsolemn
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
11 Nov 2025
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After parading Alastor around for all of Pentagram City to see, basking in his victory and his celebration that the Radio Demon is his captive, Vox brings Alastor back to Vee Tower for a conversation.
But as they begin to talk, to reminisce on the past when things fell apart, confessions and truths are brought to the surface, painting everything in a new light for Vox.
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In which Alastor accidentally confesses his feelings for Vox, Vox finds out the truth of why he was rejected, and they have sex to cope with the fallout.
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In 1955, a repressed Vincent Whittman has done some thinking and decided he'd like to try sex with a man, just to see how it is. While in San Fransisco, he runs into his old friend Alastor on a "hunting trip." The two agree that it could be mutually beneficial if Vincent's sexual experimentation is killed for sport immediately after, since dead men can't force people out of the closet.
Given Vincent's type in men, Alastor's type in murder, and a penchant the two men share for blood, their plan goes a little off the rails.
“What are you staring at?” Vincent asked.
“The blood,” Alastor said. “It’s— the blood looks very striking against your skin.”Series
- Part 2 of Sharks in the Night
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The Dawning of the Rest of Our Lives by MothballMilkshake for eternalscout
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
11 Oct 2025
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Long distance relationships were always difficult to manage. Even worse when your partner had an almost religious aversion to picking up on the wonders of new technology, scorning such things as video calls. It had taken six months, but Vox had finally managed to get Alastor an internet connection in his B&B – had even convinced him to get a cell phone of his own.
So what if all he'd agree to was one of those old flip models? At least it meant Vox could fucking text him.
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A sequel to my RadioStatic Hallmark AU, Vox and Alastor go on a nice, relaxing, perfectly fine vacation.
Susan is still an ornery old bitch.
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- Part 2 of RadioStatic Hallmark Episodes
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But This Ludicrous Thing Is What Everyone Is Searching For by SpiralsInTime
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
10 Dec 2025
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Vox watched with bated breath as Alastor skillfully twirled the knife between fine fingers, and oh how badly he wanted those hands on him – those hands in him. He would do anything for it. His eyes grew wide as Alastor leaned forward directly in his face, the blood moon eyes staring into his soul. Then, as if making a show of it, the radio demon ran his pointed tongue along the flat of the blade, slowly licking up the black blood. It stained his tongue dark and Vox wanted so desperately to taste it on his own. To feel the heat of the muscle inside his mouth.
When Alastor smiled, his teeth were slicked black. He looked dangerous. He looked like a predator playing with its prey. He looked beautiful.
"You taste disgusting," he purred, voice like molasses. His finger ran along the cut on his chest. Vox's skin felt like shark flesh, sharp to the touch like teeth when caressed at the wrong angle. Alastor found it fascinating.
"Then don't fucking taste me!" Vox sputtered out, feeling an unwarranted level of embarrassment. He shouldn't feel insecure for how he tasted but Alastor always did manage to wring out every possible insecurity he could have.
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Alastor has his fun with Vox.
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- Part 2 of No-Touch-Top Alastor Album
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“You’re quite interesting, you know that?”
It was more of a rhetorical question than anything, and as Vincent’s mouth instinctively opened to spit out a response, Alastor’s arm shot forwards. His index finger rested upon the other’s lips gently, a soft shushing motion grazing skin before it was gone in a second. By now, Vincent felt like he was sobering up, mostly from the shock of it all. But every action by Alastor made this feel more and more like a dream, one he never wanted to wake up from.
“I know how you feel, Vincent. There’s no need to continue lying to yourself.” Alastor cooed, propping his arm up on the cushions and resting his chin upon his own hand, “It’s intriguing, how far you’ll go to avoid your true feelings.” He continued, his eyes never leaving Vincent’s own. The man in question simply sat in awe, mouth hanging slightly open as he was picked apart by Alastor’s words.
“But I think we both have something to gain here,” Alastor’s voice filled the room as the record finally spun to a stop, his smile growing wider. “Don’t you agree, Vincent?”