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Alastor is perfectly satisfied with the arrangement he has with Vox. No demands, no emotional complications—just a clean, tactical partnership that stays comfortably labeled as a professional alliance.
It's the ideal setup: predictable, controlled, and free of anything resembling vulnerability. Everything runs smoothly under that understanding...until Husk starts saying things he absolutely should have kept to himself. One offhand comment is all it takes to start unraveling seventy years of a carefully maintained dynamic, forcing Alastor to reconsider whether his "transactional" relationship was ever that simple to begin with.
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Vox tries to be a good friend to Alastor, he really does. It was routine at this point to bring him back to his house when he got too drunk.
What Vox didn't expect was said friend, in a state of questionable consciousness, crawling on top of him in the middle of the night.
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- Part 11 of Xaelei's RadioStatic One-shots
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Out with the New, In with the Old by Xaelei for Aratakiittolover
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
31 Jan 2026
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Valentino decided it was a good decision to trick Vox into accidentally uploading himself in his oldest and weakest demon body. Unfortunately, he's stuck dealing with his ordeal until his new body finishes updating. Of course, because Velvette was sympathetic to his situation, she'd ordered him to go on a 'quick' errand. The quick errand turned to a run in with the last person he wanted to see.
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Vox used to be Alastor’s friend. Then he became Alastor’s rival or even Alastor’s enemy. But the important thing is that he is Alastor’s.
Alastor, however, seemed to miss the memo that Vox has been dating Valentino for a few decades now. He isn’t particularly pleased with the moth touching something that belongs to him.
Time to reclaim his picture box.
(On Temporary Hiatus)
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- Part 2 of Axioms of a TV
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Since Vox and Alastor met, they’ve orbited each other. Their relationship remained vague, no label considered enough to define what it was and what it wasn't. If you asked either one of them how they saw it, you’d likely get vastly different answers. That is—right before the inevitable death you walked into for even asking that question.
Bound.
The simplest and most accurate answer to what they are.
This is them realizing that.
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- Part 10 of Xaelei's RadioStatic One-shots
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RadioStatic is my one true pairing despite the fact that canon them makes me so frustrated I want to cry. Please expect these two to be my version of the characters and for the fics to (mostly) not be canon compliant. I love and hate them at the same time, but apparently I'm just as emotionally damaged as Vox and either route leads to the same kind of obsession.
Enjoy! ❤️
PS I love Vox unconditionally and he is everything to me.
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A series of fanfiction about Hazbin Hotel that focuses on the much less used meaning of this tag. The author is very bitter, very slow, and very much obsessed with Vox.
The works are of varying lengths with different pairings and genres. The only main characteristic is this tag and the author's preferred interpretation of it.
Enjoy! 😊
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Inspired by the comic by @BigTerrence on TikTok: "What If Alastor Woke Up In A World Where He and Vox Were Lovers?". I won't be using the comic shot for shot, this is inspired by it but not trying to recreate it in fic form.
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Alastor was in the middle of executing his master plan when everything changed. He had only shut his eyes for a moment -- trying to rest and recover... but when he opened his eyes, instead of being tied to his favorite spinning chair he found himself in a warm, plush bed with shark themed sheets. At first, he figured Vox had taken pity and laid him there, but as his eyes wandered around the room things were starting to make less and less sense. When had Vox had the time to take several pictures of them together? Happy pictures? And, more importantly, when had Vox put a ring on his finger?Ah, well, the photo of them at an alter on the nightstand answers that question.
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What happens when Canon!Alastor has swapped bodies with Married!Alastor? How will their Voxs react? What will they learn about themselves, and what else could they possibly fuck up?
Title of fic inspired by: Nothing Can Change This Love by Sam Cooke.
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- English
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- 52,794
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- 7/20
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Bookmarked by Xaelei
16 May 2026
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'The first notes ring out and he recognises the song instantly: La Vie En Rose. Unmistakeable, even when the pianist is hesitant at first, feeling his way along in the dark. And then...Vox starts singing. Softly, in French. In perfect French. Alastor is only human. When Vox turns that smile toward him again, singing a love song in perfect fucking French, he has to feign coughing into his hand to hide the telling red colour on his face.'
Alastor owns the only jazz club in town, Blanché. Vox is a self-identified crazy person looking to make a career as a musician. When Alastor hires someone a little different to bring in a new crowd, he finds he may have bitten off more than he can chew.
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Bookmarked by Xaelei
13 Jan 2026
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Vox has spent years living with his regret, mourning the loss of his dearest childhood friend with noone to blame but himself. But when Alastor not only makes his way to New York, but appears to be working in entertainment as well, Vox decides he's going to rekindle their friendship no matter the cost. As it happens, the cost isn't much... but is forcing them back into each others lives really going to work out the way he hopes? And can he survive his home life long enough to try?
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Alastor has long since walled himself off to things like empathy or affection, having learned early on that such trust is only ever rewarded with pain. With his radio show doing exceedingly well, a new friend that shares in his special dietary delights, and his ever-looming debt close to being repaid, he has finally managed to claw his way out of the downward spiral that consumed his life for years. A downward spiral that started with Vox. But now that Vox is trying to force a reunion, all of his work threatens to crumble down around him. Can he play nice long enough to settle his debt, before everything falls apart? And... does he care that Vox's own world appears to be fraying at the seams?- Language:
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Bookmarked by Xaelei
27 Dec 2025
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"Oh yeah," Vox wheezed, laughing so hard that digital tears leaked down his screen. Even Alastor bit back a chuckle. "Since everything's a fucking Disney ripoff anyway, why not offer me your hand in marriage to save your kingdom or some shit? You don't even have to kneel at this height!"
Lucifer suddenly remembered an old story a temp Sinner at the hotel had shared. It was called the dick-in-the-can story and it meant exactly what it meant. The Sinner knew it would be a stupid endeavor, but they had decided to do it anyway. The dare wasn't even a tempting offer. It had no positive reward. It just existed. It was on the record. It was putting a hand in the cage, knowing that the animal inside was rabid, except the hand was the dick and the cage was an old Pepsi can. It was the act of doing it because why not. Why not be that one moral of the story to the dick-in-the-can fable.
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Canon divergence from both S2E5 and the S2 finale. Following the rally, Lucifer does a last-ditch effort to stop the war against Heaven by...offering his hand in marriage. To Vox. Of all people. Skip forward to post-finale, where Vox is now the lowly tech guy at the Hotel and still, somehow, the devil's spouse.
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"Throughout past and present, the bloody fingertips will always almost touch, like they're destined, like they're meant to be. Dancing to music that doesn't sound with steps that don't exist, they will twirl in the hall of nowhere. Let the curtain fall, my love, and let the rot take us both away."
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Part 1: Prolouge, set-up, can be read as stand-alone
Part 2: Main body, can be read as stand-alone
Part 3: Companion Piece + Epilouge + Set-up, requires Part 2
Part 4: Requires Part 3
Part 5+: Interludes & Co.- Words:
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Bookmarked by Xaelei
04 Dec 2025