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“I don’t trust him,” Alastor bites out, because it's true. It’s different. He doesn’t trust anyone, let alone Vox. All the man knows how to do is lie. “I just know him.”
There’s a soft, throaty chuckle as Valentino waves the smoke from his face to take a slow sip of his drink, closing his eyes briefly in pleasure before cracking one open to look at Alastor smugly. “Mm, and you also know that he wants to fuck you, don’t you, baby?” Discomfort crawls down Alastor’s spine, something ugly and hard settling in the pit of his stomach. “That cutesy, flirty shit you were pulling in front of the whole city—even your tits were falling out, which, nice touch by the way—yeah, you know him.”
Alastor has a plan. Then again, so does Valentino.
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The thin line of Vox’s mouth twists. “You have no idea what I want.”
He’s not entirely wrong. The Vox that Alastor had always thought he’d known is shifting, new facets fractured and exposed in the bewildering wretchedness of his breakdown. No, he doesn’t know what Vox wants, and he’s now not sure that he ever did. It itches under his skin like a sick compulsion he wants nothing more than to excise.
And so he shall.
Alastor decides he wants answers, no matter the cost.
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Sometimes the memories still feel like a fuckin’ fever dream. Vivid jeweled colours that are blurring around the edges; muffled voices and music that snap into crisp clarity only in time for him to recall the last few words or notes. The familiar weight of a friendly hand on his shoulder; of hooded ruby eyes gleaming warmly. And now he’s waxing poetic again, like a sentimental fool—but it's hardly the first time, and doesn’t it say it all that he’s still never learned?
The alcohol probably doesn’t help. Or maybe it does—even after several decades the jury’s still out on that one, and he’ll sure as shit never find out otherwise.
Husk reminisces, and Alastor interrupts.
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There’s a shadow of disdain in Vox’s expression as he looks at Carmilla, too, and when he speaks his voice is dripping with a questioning sort of condescension. “I’ll be blunt,” Vox says smoothly, and this time deliberately allows his eyes to flick towards Alastor—and it’s quite obvious the precise moment that Carmilla realises where this is heading; she briefly casts her eyes heavensward as she visibly exhales in resignation and folds her arms. “I just can’t help but wonder why there’s a child here, Ms. Carmine, and what that says about this whole…” Vox waves his claws vaguely, “...operation.”
Alastor knows what he wants—and unfortunately for Vox, he doesn't have much say in the matter.
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Vax—an ugly, uninspired name that has clearly crushed him under the weight of his progenitors combined egos and expectations—is sitting in one of the armchairs and muttering furiously to himself. Occasionally two of his arms twitch in an unconscious, violent gesture before returning to fist the crumpled fabric at his knees. The boy is, as Angel has whispered cruelly under his breath on more than one occasion, ‘fucked in the head’.
Of course they’d considered the possibility that he might be a spy—for all of about five minutes, that is, by which time it had quickly become apparent that the boy is…well—simultaneously unstable, pathologically incapable of telling a convincing lie, in possession of a hatred for Vox that dwarfs any animosity even Alastor himself has ever felt for the man, and most delightfully suffers from a cavernous lack of self-esteem.
And with it, naturally, a deep seated, violently desperate need for recognition and approval!
Vax comes to stay at the hotel, and Alastor scents blood in the water.
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better a collar than a ring [Radiostatic Yuri Week 2025] by issu (Issushaim)
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
23 Sep 2025
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After a last-ditch effort to save herself, Vox's soul is no longer her own - and Alastor has her old friend just where she wants her.
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An AU of Vox and Alastor's past in which they're both women. Of course, that certainly doesn't make them better people...
This series will take a distinctly AU turn and not follow the same trajectory as canon :)
Endgame radiostaticmoth with male Val.- Words:
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A series of fics written for VHW. Another challenge to myself to keep each one 666 words!
Of course, there's also the potential for a longer fic to come from any of these...
Day 1 - cucking
Day 2 - servitude
Day 3 - forcefem/crossdressing
Day 4 - coming in pants/erectile dysfunction
Day 5 - loss of control/bodily fluids
Day 6 - dickstepping/feet
Day 7 - begging/choking- Words:
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Pre-canon. The complicated mess of Vox and Angel's increasingly tangled relationship.
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Vox is a simple guy. He likes money, sex, power— things any respectable, immoral businessman would enjoy. He doesn't do messy. He doesn't do things like get attached, and for damned sure doesn't have the time or patience for complicated relationships. So naturally, the first time he decides to fixate on anyone but himself, it's an absolute catastrophe.
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It doesn't matter what universe they're in, Val knows just how to fuck Vox stupid. And boy, is Vox stupid for this moth.
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Making a Baby (Is Easier Than Saying I Love You) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
25 Dec 2025
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“Vox.” Vel looks so disappointed when she asks, “Did you actually commission the science department to build you and Val a baby?”
“Not on purpose!”
“That makes it worse, Vee!”
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It was just supposed to be a little mock up of an idea! Just an idle thought! It wasn't supposed to be alive and flying about the room!
COMPLETE FIC, may add one-shot chapter additions
Making a Baby (Is Easier Than Saying I Love You) - Chapters 1-12
Slip the Leash - Chapter 13- Language:
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Bookmarked by issu (Issushaim)
27 Dec 2025
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Vox has a secret.
It’s a hobby, of sorts. A special use of his power. He loves going out with his best pal Alastor, you see—an evening of carousing out on the town, strong drinks and a slaughter or two. They end up at Alastor’s place afterward, or maybe Vox’s. When they end up at Vox’s—when Alastor has had a couple of drinks more than he should have…
Vox puts him to sleep, like any good friend. And after Alastor is asleep, Vox’s fun night really starts.
Bookmarked by issu (Issushaim)
25 Dec 2025
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"If Angel didn’t know any better, he’d say Alastor looks even more unhinged than normal right now. Which is stupid, obviously, because Alastor has ‘never felt better’, as he likes to keep reminding them all, despite nearly dying to Adam’s holy bullshit just a few weeks ago. There’s just… something manically heightened in his eyes. Something weird in what Angel thinks is the lightest sheen of sweat on his brow, the tiny tightening of his lips as he grins that eerie grin, the way he doesn’t quite make eye-contact anymore. It’s the way his voice crackles with static, and the whine of it doesn’t totally disappear when he’s silent. Maybe it’s just Angel’s hard won expertise in reading the tiny changes of the body language of powerful, dangerous overlords for survival; but something’s definitely going on with the Radio Demon."
Or, Alastor gets drugged with an extremely powerful fuck-or-be-stuck-horny-forever love potion and reluctantly turns to Angel for help.
Or, Blake Roman said he shipped Radiodust and I took that personally.
A lot of sex, not a lot of plot.
Bookmarked by issu (Issushaim)
14 Dec 2025
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1933. New Orleans.
Vincent Whittman’s assignment (punishment) seems simple enough: recruit Mr. Alastor Hartfelt, the city’s famed radio star.
But his trip derails the moment he meets the man dressed in a smile too sharp, with secrets too deep, and a presence that hums with something far beyond him.
One broken ritual binds them for decades, pulling them back to each other again and again, to the one soul neither can quite break away from.- Language:
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Bookmarked by issu (Issushaim)
10 Dec 2025