BLADESANDPEACE
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He wants a lot of things because he’s a greedy man, like any good rich guy with one too many gray hairs. “You’ll end up ruining it if you keep at it.” It’s not about the suit, really, it’s about being the sort of man any woman would want to have and still, Alastor has that affect on him; it’s about the dreams.
So he keeps at it out of spite, even if it would ultimately come down to the fact that he ruined a nice turquoise blazer because he felt childish. He scrubs until the fibers start to show, muttering curses under his breath; if only he hadn’t been so desperate for approval, if only he hadn’t started seeing men in this perverted way ever since the host came into his life.
Alastor, tired of leaning on the wall, walks like the most sophisticated thing on Earth toward him, his nice shoes clicking neatly against the unflattering floor. The man’s hand travels up to his chin when he’s close enough, slowly turning it to face him; and then it’s as if he’s under the spell again, having lost all control of himself when Alastor starts speaking. “Leave it, Vincent.“
“..I was getting bored of it anyway.“
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Alastor likes control, Vincent hates not having it.
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- Part 4 of Human!Radiostatic Collection
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He nearly trips on a wire, avoiding it just barely. He must’ve had too much to drink again, all because of this wonderful workplace; though he doesn’t remember asking for champagne or going out to a bar while on break, which he would have done, normally.
These sorts of blackouts are the worst, and they've been happening more and more lately. He wonders if Val’s testing the new drug on him, then shudders; he doesn't like to think about the possibility of him being a lab rat non-consensually, especially since it technically wouldn't go against the contract between them.
He shakes his head defiantly, then refocuses on his objective, the lights. He presses his hand against the wall to feel the buttons of a light switch that has yet to be found; Valentino probably gets off on making his life more difficult, screw him.
“I wouldn’t recommend that. A certain someone might be watching.”
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Dancing With The Devil (With Ulterior Motives) by BLADESANDPEACE
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
07 Dec 2025
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“Seems to me like you’re having a bad day.” The blond notes, bringing his glass of apple cider inches away from his face; he lightly smacks it away, careful that the contents don’t spill out. In spite of his leisurely lifestyle, Husker can be as strict as a homeroom teacher when it comes to the cleanliness of their bar; and yet he’d been very opposed to filling the bartender position in the beginning.
“Yes, well, it appears that the Vees aren’t quite done with me.” The radio demon admits, finishing the last of his drink with the elegance of someone who had only begun to indulge in the vice. Lucifer kept watching him with a questioning expression; as if he might know the reason of this assumption but isn’t too sure of its correctness.
“Need a hand?” Magne offered which, in Alastor’s case, was extremely rare. “How would you feel about putting on a show, Lucifer?“
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- Part 5 of Hazbin Hotel: Take A shot!
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“It appears we’ll have to take a cab.” He says, the slight hint of the radio filter remaining present in his voice; the proposition gave the humanoid television some anxiety, but he knew better than to voice it.
He kept his silence as if trying to make a statement, Alastor continued looking straight ahead for an incoming car. Thirteen minutes had passed before a black-striped yellow vehicle with the insignia ‘TAXI’ pulled over; odd, considering that this wasn’t a busy street.
They got in the cramped car, one of them more anxious than the other and fiddling with the ends of his outfit; his companion gives him a harsh bump on the shoulder to try and get him to stop overthinking. The driver, however, doesn't seem to be fazed by the unusual duo at all; more curious as to why a nun and a priest would take such a common means of transportation.
“Where to?” The aging man said, paying more attention to the road than he did to his passengers; Vox kept wondering if he could see their demon forms and was simply ignoring them because of a terribly low paycheck. “The Church Of The Solace Institute, please and thank you.”
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- Part 4 of Hazbin Hotel: Take A shot!
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Alastor’s attention shifts from the pointed tip of Vincent’s cane to the face of the man calling him. He stares at him like a deer in headlights, trying to discern if he should expect to feel a sharp pain in his stomach soon or knock the man out; he doesn’t lower his blade.
Their breathing stays uneven, as if the adrenaline has yet to wear off, the alertness sharpening their features, the dread of anticipation in the air. Neither of them knows the right words to voice any of their concerns at present, despite charming millions with their charismatic personalities; because every word could be used against them.
His gaze drops to the peculiar weapon again, and Vincent draws it back, possibly apologetic for defending himself against a guy who’s covered in blood and holding a butcher’s knife. Alastor wonders if such an eagerness to please could make a decent killer; is this his first time doing this?
So he opens with that. “Have you done this before?” It’s direct, calm, as if he’s conversing with a pal over a cup of coffee; at this, Vincent seems to pull himself together, practicing the familiar motion of dusting off his clothes; smearing more blood on them in the process.
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- Part 3 of Human!Radiostatic Collection